[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***a 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***a slippin'
If a n***a 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***as want the recipe
Call me to the throne, I'm 'bout to have a date with destiny
Your bitch tryna message me

Ain't nobody mess with me
If that n***a talkin' on the gang, that n***a 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***as talkin' rectally!
These n***as ain't shit
They could walk around in slides; n***as 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***as just some dominoes
While I got the whole set ballin, no Karasuno
If that n***a singing he get flatlined, monotone
Metal all around him, all he finna "C" is monochrome

[Hook]
N***a, 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***a 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***a ain't strippin'
[Verse 2: Camogod]
Dumb bitch hit my line, told that hoe get education
Asian bitch, Buddist parents, so they know I'm meditated
They ain't fuckin' with the vision, so my chopper doin' Lasik
He want beef, I'm 'a slide, n***a 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 bitch 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***as trippin' like it's Smash Bros. Brawl
I came up with the bag, now my n***as gonna ball
Shawty always on my line, I ain't pickin up the call
I checked the calendar it's summer, n***as trippin' like it's fall

N***a fuck what you think
In the club, and I'm drinkin'
Met your bitch, she a hoe
Made her cum with my pinkie
And my Chinese plug gave me gas; now I'm --
N***a, no Master Sword, so fuck, 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 bitch open up; now i'm nuttin' on her molar
Got a couple glicks on me, n***a, just check the holder
Bitch you a folder; I'm hot like solder
Your wrist cold? N***a my wrist colder!
Said she wanted bands, bitch, I already told her
If she tryna go, make a scene, I don't know her