[Verse 1]
I'm poppin my collar on this one (Ha)
Picked up the liquor but forgot the fucks to give
I'm ill but I'm far from the suffering (Skrrt)
Want one with me you get a ton more
Move ya damn feet, you better run for it
Taking shots, no gun smoke
My dreads blue, the judge choked, yeah
Peanut butter jelly bitch
Expose these hoes like Peter Griffin’s belly is
Can't fuck up my day or my week and my Saturday’s rad
And my Sunday, it's still got the cherry bitch
Faded out eating some cookie crisp
You faded out like Pepsi lemon twist
[Chorus]
Nah, I ain't even trippin'
Nah, I ain't even trippin'
Nah, I ain't even trippin'
Nah, I ain't even mad
Just do what you do, you're just fooling the fools, ha
I'll put you in the dirt from way up on the roof
Nah, I ain't even trippin'
Nah, I ain't even trippin'
Nah, I ain't even trippin'
Nah, I ain't even mad
Nah, I ain't even trippin'
Nah, I ain't even trippin'
So do what you do, you're just fooling the fools
I'll put you in the dirt from way up on the roof
Nah, I ain't even trippin'
Nah, I ain't even trippin'
Nah, I ain't even trippin'
Nah, I ain't even mad
Nah, I ain't even trippin'
Nah, I ain't even trippin'
Nah, I ain't even trippin'
Nah, I ain't trip
[Verse 2]
I ain't even trippin', simple
Shit you get into
Bitch, I’m different
Who? Ha, you guessed it (Hahaha)
Gas pedal down, now Imma wreck this
Enemy energy remedies nothing it's Amityville in the melodies
Pumping and bumping and keeping you coming
And that’s something I can't even explain
But my fans get me through days I couldn't see sun rays
Drop you if you pop off, meet you like the drop off
Big top, like a pair of “D”s, yeah, I parody but you knock off's
[Chorus]
Nah, I ain't even trippin'
Nah, I ain't even trippin'
Nah, I ain't even trippin'
Nah, I ain't even mad
Just do what you do, you're just fooling the fools, ha
I'll put you in the dirt from way up on the roof
Nah, I ain't even trippin'
Nah, I ain't even trippin'
Nah, I ain't even trippin'
Nah, I ain't even mad
Nah, I ain't even trippin'
Nah, I ain't even trippin'
So do what you do, you're just fooling the fools
I'll put you in the dirt from way up on the roof
Nah, I ain't even trippin'
Nah, I ain't even trippin'
Nah, I ain't even trippin'
Nah, I ain't even mad
Nah, I ain't even trippin'
Nah, I ain't even trippin'
Nah, I ain't even trippin'
Nah, I ain't trip
Trippin’ was written by Dropping a Popped Locket.
Trippin’ was produced by Hell House Recordings.
Dropping a Popped Locket released Trippin’ on Mon Jun 06 2016.