CAMOGOD, Ham Sandwich (USA) - TRIPPIN? lyrics
[CAMOGOD, Ham Sandwich USA - TRIPPIN? lyrics]
Got the juice, Hi-C, I'm sippin'
Why you trippin'? Why you trippin'?
Keep a pole but a nigga ain't strippin'
Boy I'm in your hood
Straight sippin' on Lipton
Hide the wet floor sign just
To catch a nigga slippin'
If a nigga 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 niggas 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 nigga talkin' on the gang
That nigga 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 niggas talkin' rectally!
These niggas ain't shit
They could walk around in slides
Niggas 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 niggas just some dominoes
While I got the whole set ballin, no Karasuno
If that nigga singing he get flatlined
Monotone metal all around him
All he finna "C" is monochrome
Nigga, 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 nigga 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 nigga ain't strippin'
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
Nigga 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?)
Niggas trippin' like it's Smash Bros brawl
I came up with the bag
Now my niggas gonna ball
Shawty always on my line
I ain't pickin up the call
I checked the calendar it's summer
Niggas trippin' like it's fall
Nigga 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 -
Nigga, 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, nigga
Just check the holder
Bitch you a folder I'm hot like solder
Your wrist cold? Nigga my wrist colder!
Said she wanted bands, bitch
I already told her
If she tryna go, make a scene
I don't know her