Vic Mensa - I Ain't Trippin lyrics

(Intro) Sitting at home on a Friday night wit' nothing to do (I know you ain't got sh** to do) Would you rather be Solo Dolo or come hang out with the crew? (Why don't you come kick it?) You can come through the studio, I'll sing my Chicago blues (I know you love it when I hit those high notes) Baby, if you let me tell me something I could make you move (What about your name on snapchat?) (Hook) What's your name? Where you stay? What's the scene like? Whatcha say? Whatcha say? Would you stay right here? Run away (You want it, you got it. You want it, you got it.) (Verse 1) Back at it, like it's magic Patrick Kane, that's a hat trick Southern California cabbage, I'm climbing out the attic Party on the roof Shoutout to my n***a Rufio b**hes in the the crib oh I got keyboards in the studio I could play you something She said "Prove it," though Truly though, "I'll f** the whole crew," She said she ain't a groovy ho Groupie love, me and Smoko pullin' up, on four loco Traffic going locomotive Reach out for orange soda Tanqueray, Cody got a couple models Started from the bottom, you know we ain't forgot it I'm from where the shorties shoot and Martin Luther [?] [?] b**hes think I'm in the movies Now I'm with the team And we out here actin' stupid Came a long way: from those lonely days in Ma**achusetts She said she don't drink Oh cool boo, I ain't trippin All I wanna know is (Hook) What's your name? Where you stay? What's the scene like? Whatcha say? Whatcha say? Would you stay right here? Run away (You want it, you got it. You want it, you got it.) (Chorus) I ain't trippin I ain't trippin I ain't trippin cuz I'm big time pimpin [x4] (Verse 2) My n***as say I'm tripping My b**hes think I'm pimping So many people so close, but I just feel distant Like where would everybody be in a year? If not here, would I get rich enough to not care or say f** it? I blew through a hundred racks I'm a young thousandaire A money blowing box, grabbing dollars out the air Come here, you and your friend both of ya'll look like Beyonce She a 7, together ya'll a dime that's three the hard way I'm riding around with no top, cruising around til I get sick Swear I'm blowing this pen, smoking all of my sh** , my sh**, my sh** Out here, I'm bumping all of my sh**, my momma said get a grip [?] No, I gotta come with that hot sh** Make em start a mosh pit, all I wanna do is rage Go out like a candle, in the sun, in the blaze Hate all you want (Hook) What's your name? Where you stay? What's the scene like? Whatcha say? Whatcha say? Would you stay right here? Run away (You want it, you got it. You want it, you got it.) (Chorus) I ain't trippin I ain't trippin I ain't trippin cuz I'm big time pimpin [x4]