TRIPPIN? lyrics

[Hook]
Why you trippin'?
Why you trippin'?
Got the juice, Hi-C, I'm sippin'
Why you trippin'?
Why you trippin'?
Keep a pole but a n*gga ain't strippin'

[Verse 1: Ham Sandwich]
Boy I'm in your hood straight sippin' on Lipton
Hide the wet floor sign just to catch a n*gga slippin'
If a n*gga want beef, get it same day shippin'
Got me feel like Spongebob how I always gotta flip it
I'm a threat if you in debt to me
Haters must be paraplegic; none of them can step to me
Feel like Mr. Krabs how all these n*ggas want the recipe
Call me to the throne, I'm 'bout to have a date with destiny
Your b*tch tryna message me

Ain't nobody mess with me
If that n*gga talkin' on the gang, that n*gga dead to me
Keep a nine on top my hip
Dеgurechaff is next to me
Look around and all I see arе imitations: lesser me
People in my way have very low life expectancy!
Low lives livin' low lives: no trajectory!
Ain't a single one of them has ever come correct to me!
Talkin' out they ass, how these n*ggas talkin' rectally!
These n*ggas ain't sh*t
They could walk around in slides; n*ggas still gon' trip
Run a mile in the summer and they still couldn't drip
Own slaves in the South and they still couldn't whip

God damn
You n*ggas just some dominoes
While I got the whole set ballin, no Karasuno
If that n*gga singing he get flatlined, monotone
Metal all around him, all he finna "C" is monochrome

[Hook]
n*gga, why you trippin'?
Why you trippin'?
Got the juice, Hi-C, I'm sippin'
Why you trippin'?
Why you trippin'?
Keep a pole, but a n*gga ain't strippin'

Why you trippin'?
Why you trippin'?
Got the juice, Hi-C, I'm sippin'
Why you trippin'?
Why you trippin'?
Keep a pole, but a n*gga ain't strippin'
[Verse 2: Camogod]
Dumb b*tch hit my line, told that hoe get education
Asian b*tch, Buddist parents, so they know I'm meditated
They ain't f*ckin' with the vision, so my chopper doin' Lasik
He want beef, I'm 'a slide, n*gga just send the location
She give me face like poker; movin' like I'm Joker
She be wearin' neck collars 'cause she love the way I choke her
Bad b*tch with a blade on my side like I'm Smoker
Got her pinned on the wall now she lookin' like a poster (Like a what?)

n*ggas trippin' like it's Smash Bros. Brawl
I came up with the bag, now my n*ggas gonna ball
Shawty always on my line, I ain't pickin up the call
I checked the calendar it's summer, n*ggas trippin' like it's fall

n*gga f*ck what you think
In the club, and I'm drinkin'
Met your b*tch, she a hoe
Made her c*m with my pinkie
And my Chinese plug gave me gas; now I'm --
n*gga, no Master Sword, so f*ck, we ain't linking

Got a Glock with a beam, no solar
And I'm countin' up my grams; boy I check it by the molar
Told that b*tch open up; now i'm nuttin' on her molar
Got a couple glicks on me, n*gga, just check the holder
b*tch you a folder; I'm hot like solder
Your wrist cold? n*gga my wrist colder!
Said she wanted bands, b*tch, I already told her
If she tryna go, make a scene, I don't know her