TRIPPIN’

[Chorus: Kevin Abstract]

Why you trippin’ on me?

Why you trippin’ on me?

Why you trippin’ on me?

Ay, ay, ay, yeah

Why you trippin’ on me?

Why you trippin’ on me?

Why you trippin’ on me?

Ay, ay, ay

[Verse 1: Dom McLennon]

Why you so wicked, sprinting to [?]

Attention thicken like the nigga never fuckin’ listen

I ain’t been shiftin’, diggin’ all into my fuckin’ business

Like you an officer, am I about to get a ticket?

If not just let me go, I’m lookin’ for another witness

I know that I ain’t always wrong, I think you just addicted to bein’ righteous

Switchin' switchin’

You ain’t that afflicted, and I ain’t convicted

All you been assisted, so stay away, yeah yeah yeah

[Verse 2: Kevin Abstract]

What you gotta trip for, don’t you know I stay low?

Heard it all before, changing everyday, go

I am not that guy that you have dealt with before

All our legends dyin', niggas need a hero

Fake friends, real foes, why my energy low?

If we all tryna get each other, how do we grow?

They laughing at the wrong jokes, this is my Chappelle Show

It ain’t time to testify, boy, it’s time to let go, let go

[Chorus: Kevin Abstract]

Why you trippin’ on me?

Why you trippin’ on me?

Why you trippin’ on me?

Ay, ay, ay, yeah

Why you trippin’ on me?

Why you trippin’ on me?

Why you trippin’ on me?

Ay, ay, ay

[Verse 3: Matt Champion]

Why you trippin’ round me, don’t you know my patience low?

I got aces round me, can’t you tell they never fought?

I’m a southern boy, close the tip to Mexico

I’ve been talkin’ my shit since I was eight years old

When I get to wilin’ they think it’s an episode

You no opera singer, boy you need to lower your tone

I’m a prima-donna, they gon’ have to stop the show

Don’t need nothing, no marauder, I’m a simple folk

Look, look, y’all some cock-a-roach

Look, look, if you’re schemin’ I know

Look, look, okay shut the door

Look, look, take yo’ bitch ass home

[Verse 4: JOBA]

What’s the verdict? Stop lying

I see knives, and loose ends, I could tie you up, and throw you off like a bitch

Check the credit, pre-approve to disapprove

File claims, and the shit you selling (not buying)

How you so full of shit? But got blue eyes

No lie, I could see the shit stains, between those pearly whites

Loopholes, and the motives, foreboding

Eroding in an acid bath and suffocated with a plastic bag wrapped around the hag with the old rags and the rag you make me cum in (ugh)

What a drag, what am I supposed to do with that?

It’s too late to take it back, let’s do some math

If I was half the man I was, would you be glad?

That’s too bad, cuz I’m an asshole, and a tight one at that