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Trippin
440
Hip-Hop/Rap
Trippin was released on July 31, 2026 by GDF Records / EMPIRE as a part of the album Trippin - Single
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Release DateJuly 31, 2026
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM114

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jay Worthy
Jay Worthy
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jay Worthy
Jay Worthy
Composer

Lyrics

[Intro]
Aw, damn
One more 'gain, we back at it, though
What's happenin'?
All the way from the West side of Bompton
Back up top to that North Ingles
You know how we get down
Just need to yell
[Verse 1]
I used to sell an eight-ball for around two-twenty
In a beat-up Honda drinkin' on brass monkey
And a zip wasn't nothin', only cost eight hundred
Made about nine hundred every week, all profit
And on the B, I ain't never been no sucker
If you wanna hang with me, can't be no buster
I don't do rap beef, all that shit sound funny
Ask about me in the hood, I'm a real young homie
On the street, it was me and Monk in the Denvers
Now I'm worth a few million, but I still might send her
S-Class doin' numbers, I'm a P Street legend
Made a hundred thousand dollars in a Pro Club sweater
Still pull up crispy in a brand-new leather
Twin-turbo V8, float light as a feather
On the gang, yeah, we just do it way better
West side of the bity, on the sixteenth letter, it's the P
[Chorus]
Tripping out
Oh, you, baby, you make me wanna shout
Tripping out
Oh, your love trips me out
Tripping out
Oh, you, baby, you make me wanna shout
Tripping out
Girl, your love trips me out
[Verse 2]
On the set, I was eighteen with money
You been broke your whole life, never beed no money
Yeah, I did it on my own, I don't need your money
By the time the labels called, I ain't need no funding
How you call yourself a boss, you ain't feed nobody?
Twenty years, I've been thugging, you could ask Ru Gotti
Had a stable full of hoes, talking all snow bunnies
I was straight with the ism, baby, no free fucking
If she hit for a ten, then I might let her suck me
MC Hammer, tell a bitch can't touch me
When I hit New York, they was still blowing dutches
Ask Jim Jones, I was all through the projects
When the rooster uptown, roll out the red carpet
They ain't never heard me talk like this, I could pop it
It was one and a half, told 'em keep they offers
You just sold your catalog for a lifetime contract
[Chorus]
Tripping out
Oh, you, baby, you make me wanna shout
Tripping out
Girl, your love trips me out
Tripping out
Oh, you, baby, you make me wanna shout
Tripping out
Girl, your love trips me out, out
[Outro]
Tripping out
Tripping out
Tripping out
Tripping out
Tripping out
Written by: Jay Worthy
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