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Tripped Out
Hip-Hop/Rap
Tripped Out was released on April 5, 2026 by Ted Tudda as a part of the album When It’s Dark
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Release DateApril 5, 2026
LabelTed Tudda
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM181

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ted Tudda
Ted Tudda
Vocals
Ka Kozart
Ka Kozart
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ted Tudda
Ted Tudda
Lyrics
Ka Kozart
Ka Kozart
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ted Tudda
Ted Tudda
Producer
Ka Kozart
Ka Kozart
Producer

Lyrics

Jp goin' crazy
Uh, Star of David on the shoes, mama tripped
Uh, Star of David on the shoes, mama tripped out
Its 456
Uh, Star of David on the shoes, mama tripped out
I'ma sing a prayer 'fore I pull these ricks out
Fuck it, I'ma just pull up with the zips out
Ain't walking on feet, I get it shipped out
Me and Vs in all pink, we pimped out
Too much pressed pills, done burnt the strip out
Damn
My Bm said, "Don't spend all that on your daughter"
Too late, pull a twelve-hundred dollar fit out
These Half-steppin' **** always take the bitch route
And I don't trust none leave 456 out
All them times bagging up, I had to miss out
Almost killed the bitch, tryna throw my tris out
Woah
Before you sell the gun, ****, take the clip out
Woo
I'm in Rick Owens, sittin' on the big couch (For real)
If I press a button, that mean a blitz out (Damn)
Stove too hot, I brought some mitts out (One and only)
I never had a show, the trap house sold out
Chrome heart gloves, gettin' kinda cold out
Bro locked up, he tryna ball out
Its opps in ya crib? You cut a mall out
Apologize to mom, we had to fall out
When the fiend need work, I brought my all out
And when I ran out, I brought the wall out
A **** touch me, now he in the lords house
Unc taking OP's tryna sweat his pores out
Shake when it walk, I told her call out
Stand over the body, scratchin' em all out
Im tryna play the game, she took the cord out
You ever drove a butterfly with the doors out?
My fiends don't smoke
They having snort outs
I'm 'bout to coat shop, I see the Ford out
Grown ass man, still sip a four ounce
Uh, Star of David on the shoes, mama tripped out
I'ma sing a prayer 'fore I pull these ricks out
Fuck it, I'ma just pull up with the zips out
Ain't walking on feet, I get it shipped out
Me and Vs in all pink, we pimped out
Too much pressed pills, done burnt the strip out
Damn
Written by: Ka Kozart, Ted Tudda
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