Early Morning Trappin lyrics - Rich The Kid & Trippie Redd
[Al Pacino:]
I told you, man, I told you! Don't fuck with me! I told you, no fucking kids! No, but you wouldn't listen, why, you stupid fuck, look at you now
[Rich The Kid:]
Huh
Money way, only way, y'know what I'm sayin'?
Lil bitch
Was up trappin' early (early)
She bad and bougie but whippin' a birdie (huh)
My cup is so dirty (what)
Your diamonds don't shine, my pinky a 30
Pour up the pint, that's so clean (so clean)
The rims of the Bentley cost 14 (skrt)
Ain't doin' no talkin', the red beam (red beam)
My bitches perplexin', young nigga, we flexin'
[Trippie Redd:]
Yeah, ayy
So much green on my street like it's Grove
Made a lot of money on the road
Now they book me, 10K for a show
Actavis in my drink, I'ma pour, yeah
Like unorthodox
I'ma beat her box, beatin' off her fuckin' socks
30 got a mop, shoot you, look like chicken pox
I be whippin' rocks, fiends hit me, they sniffin' rocks
I'm a trap star, ayy
Hope I don't crash, do the dash in a NASCAR, ayy, it really is a fast car
It's a movie just like Pixar, movie just like Pixar
Get shot out, turn your ass to clip-art
Yeah, I turn you ass to clip-art
Boy, you is a retard, on the go just like a go-kart
Makin' art just like Mozart, art just like Mozart
Yeah, ayy
Early mornin' trappin'
Early mornin' trappin'
Early mornin' trappin'
Early mornin' trappin'
Early mornin' trappin'
[Rich The Kid:]
Was up trappin' early (early)
She bad and bougie but whippin' a birdie (huh)
My cup is so dirty (what)
Your diamonds don't shine, my pinky a 30
Pour up the pint, that's so clean (so clean)
The rims of the Bentley cost 14 (skrt)
Ain't doin' no talkin', the red beam (red beam)
My bitches perplexin', young nigga, we flexin'
[Trippie Redd:]
Yeah, ayy
So much green on my street like its Grove
Made a lot of money on the road
Now they book me, 10K for a show
Actavis in my drink, I'ma pour, yeah
[Rich The Kid:]
Pull up with Trippie, pull off with your bitch, put dick in her kidneys (yeah)
More Act' in the Simply, these niggas is lyin', they ain't seen a milli
AP two-tone, she suckin' my dick, wanna fuck with my ice on (ice on)
I'm sendin' her right home (Huh, what?)
She bad and bougie but whippin' a birdie
My cup is so dirty (lean)
You niggas is fraud, your diamonds is blurry
I'm trappin' the 30 (30)
I don't do no cappin' (no cappin')
Racks all in the cabinet (racks)
They was hatin', I was rackin', stackin' and relaxin'
Dream might get a hundred bands, now I'm ridin' 'round in the Lamb
She bad and boujee, I'm makin' movies, might fuck a bitch on cam
I need a Fanta, got syrup (syrup), I might just hop out the Vert
She wanna hop out her skirt, that's when she poppin' the Perc'
Was up trappin' early (early)
She bad and bougie but whippin' a birdie (huh)
My cup is so dirty (what)
Your diamonds don't shine, my pinky a 30
Pour up the pint, that's so clean (so clean)
The rims of the Bentley cost 14 (skrt)
Ain't doin' no talkin', the red beam (red beam)
My bitches perplexin', young nigga, we flexin'
[Trippie Redd:]
Yeah, ayy
So much green on my street like it's grove
Made a lot of money on the road
Now they book me, 10K for a show
Actavis in my drink, I'ma pour, yeah
Fuck Dat Bitch lyrics - Trippie Redd, Third World Don, Jessy Frank & D.OZi
Went and got a back, then I fucked that bitch, ayy (Yeah)
Bought that hoe a bag, then I fucked that bitch, ayy (Yeah)
Hit her from the back then I fucked that bitch, ayy (Ayy)
Big 14, what the fuck goin' on
Yao'
Corono por ley, no le tiro si no es pa' sacarla del play
Dulzón en la punta como los Kool-Aid
Si sus nena' nos tiran, manín, it's okay
De RD soy un tiguere, wey
Calidad aprobada, pero tú eres fake
Ahora quiere to' el mundo un pedazo del cake, ey, ey
Fuck that bitch, rompí el orden
A la mala you have to respect me
Money maker, my pencil is golden
No te crea', que te está hablando un hall of famer
Pronto voy a da' clase' de cómo se' un hijo 'e puta en esta mierda
Porque ya esto no está en el mercado
Se saturó de basura la tienda
Huh
Tats all on my body, she like, "What that shit say" (Ayy)
Only tens or better, I can't fuck if she a eight (No)
Smokin' shit so loud, bitch, I ain't high, I'm out with space
All these haters on my dick, bitch, tell me how it taste
Went and got a back, then I fucked that bitch, ayy (Yeah)
Bought that hoe a bag, then I fucked that bitch, ayy (Yeah)
Hit her from the back then I fucked that bitch, ayy (Ayy)
VVS, them diamonds, screaming from my wrist, ayy
'Rari cool, wait, hol' up, fuck that shit, ayy (Huh)
Big body Jag, hol' up, fuck that shit, ayy
Aston Martin, whip it, hol' up, fuck that shit, ayy
Fuck that shit, ayy
Fuck that shit, yo le meto a la puta dentro 'e la Porsche
Una onza de Krippy caché, me la fumé y despué' la despaché
Soy el indio apache, quisieron tumbarme y nunca me agaché
Saqué la .45 y al más duro en la cara yo se la taché, prr, prr
Oxy' con Cola, Oxy' con Cola, cojan la cacerola
Y menéalo hasta que se formen granola', hm
Otro que enrrola, otro que enrrola
Se fuma puré, no pangola
A la perra le piso la cola, la cola, wuh
Swerve
Went and got a back, then I fucked that bitch, ayy
Bought that hoe a bag, then I fucked that bitch, ayy
Hit her from the back then I fucked that bitch, ayy
VVS, them diamonds, screaming from my wrist, ayy
'Rari cool, wait, hol' up, fuck that shit, ayy (Huh)
Big body Jag, hol' up, fuck that shit, ayy
Aston Martin, whip it, hol' up, fuck that shit, ayy
Fuck that shit, ayy
I been fuckin' on your bitch, fuckin' on your bitch
I been fuckin' on your bitch, yeah, yeah
Got the [?], you know it glist'
AR-15 with the fully loaded clip (Bust that bitch), bitch, you know it hit (Clap, clap)
Hit 'em down, man down (Down), dead now
Trippie Redd, got some bread now (Ayy), bread now
Got me duckin', dodgin' feds now, I'm dodgin' feds now
Moving work on the Greyhound, switch your stash now
And my money did not message me
Kill a hater, make him rest in peace
Too much sauce, I got the recipe
Diamonds drip on Patek-Phillipe
Bitch, I been sellin' dope since I was 17
Neighborhood like meta, ye
Neighbor told me this was just a dream
So I'ma take every single dollar and invest in me
Went and got a back, then I fucked that bitch, ayy
Bought that hoe a bag, then I fucked that bitch, ayy
Hit her from the back then I fucked that bitch, ayy
VVS, them diamonds, screaming from my wrist, ayy
'Rari cool, wait, hol' up, fuck that shit, ayy (Huh)
Big body Jag, hol' up, fuck that shit, ayy
Aston Martin, whip it, hol' up, fuck that shit, ayy
Private shit exclusive, screamin', "Fuck that shit, ayy"
Yeah
Yeah, ayy
Big 14, what the fuck goin' on
Good work, Charlie
Gang
Yeah
Still gon' fuck ya bitch, screamin' from my wrist
Ghost Busters lyrics - Trippie Redd & XXXTENTACION (feat. Quavo & Ski Mask The Slump God)
Honorable C.N.O.T.E
Yeah, first I wanna show you some of these damages
It's pretty hard to miss considering
It's front and center on this red Ferarri
You can see the 14 very
Clearly in the front hood
That suspect also put in 1400 on the side door
Before going on to the BMW over there
He also wrote 1400 on the other side of this orange Aston Martin before going on to a second Ferarri at the back there
[Trippie Redd:]
Pull up in a Ghost, big body Ghost
Casper, that's a ghost, Danny Phantom ghost
Bitch, I'm going ghost, bitch, I'm going ghost
Bitch, I'm going ghost, bitch, I'm going ghost
Pull up in a Ghost, big body Ghost
Casper, that's a ghost, Danny Phantom ghost
Bitch, I'm going ghost, bitch, I'm going ghost
Bitch, I'm going ghost, bitch, I'm going ghost
[Quavo:]
Yeah, Huncho
Suicide body, bitch, I'm going ghost (skrt, skrt)
This the realest shit that Huncho never wrote (Huncho)
Iced out the team, now the gang froze (ice)
Drippin' in that water like I came with Boat (drippin')
Take me to the trap, I bet I'll find the stove (find a stove)
Shoot 'em in the head, I bet I'll make a ghost (bow, bow)
She do so much coco, she can't find her nose (coco)
All my partners dead, yeah, them c-notes (c-notes)
Pull up on a addy (skrt skrt)
Came up in the addy (skrt skrt)
Coupe like a dragon (woah)
Young nigga toe-tagging (toe-tag)
Pull up in a casket, with a icy medallion (icy medallion)
Turn him to ashes
Make him a genie like it's Aladdin (Huncho)
[Trippie Redd:]
Pull up in a Ghost, big body Ghost
Casper, that's a ghost, Danny Phantom ghost
Bitch, I'm going ghost, bitch, I'm going ghost
Bitch, I'm going ghost, bitch, I'm going ghost
Pull up in a Ghost, big body Ghost
Casper, that's a ghost, Danny Phantom ghost
Bitch, I'm going ghost, bitch, I'm going ghost
Bitch, I'm going ghost, bitch, I'm going ghost
[Ski Mask The Slump God:]
Yeah, yeah
I'm like "Hola" like I'm Dora
I'm not Spanish, in that pussy, I explore her
Minnesota, caught her daughter, sucked my dick and throw her
Me and Trippie throwing up the 4's up
Tell my nigga Gio like "Roll Up"
Cold out, snow out, .44's out
Hanging out the van with the pistols
I'ma make you pop it like crystal
Okay, I just lost my dog, Adventure Time
Message to his killer, I'm gon' find
I'm gon' carry on your message
Bring the whites and blacks together like the paint on mime
Move, you gotta move
Just like a Austin Power movie, bitch, I think that I got groove
Just like a Thriller in a Michael Jackson, bitch, I'm think I'm smooth
And she gon' do what it do
Give me that neck right in a pool
Ayy, ayy, ayy
[Trippie Redd:]
Pull up in a Ghost, big body Ghost
Casper, that's a ghost, Danny Phantom ghost
Bitch, I'm going ghost, bitch, I'm going ghost
Bitch, I'm going ghost, bitch, I'm going ghost
Pull up in a Ghost, big body Ghost
Casper, that's a ghost, Danny Phantom ghost
Bitch, I'm going ghost, bitch, I'm going ghost
Bitch, I'm going ghost, bitch, I'm going ghost
[XXXTENTACION:]
Bitch, I'm going ghost
Let a pussy nigga try me like I'm Dej Loaf
Suck my dick, kiss my body, so he said I know
Bring that back
I'ma swing and let a nigga know
Just like the Knicks, play with my balls
Play with my dick, where is your wall?
Just like a gnome, I'm at your home, right on your yard
Pulling your car, my bitch big body
Looks like the president
You cannot rap, you are irrelevant
I'm just beginning, just like I'm genesis
She wanna fuck, 'cause I got melanin
Aye
[Trippie Redd:]
Pull up in a Ghost, big body Ghost
Casper, that's a ghost, Danny Phantom ghost
Bitch, I'm going ghost, bitch, I'm going ghost
Bitch, I'm going ghost, bitch, I'm going ghost
Pull up in a Ghost, big body Ghost
Casper, that's a ghost, Danny Phantom ghost
Bitch, I'm going ghost, bitch, I'm going ghost
Bitch, I'm going ghost, bitch, I'm going ghost
Go Crazy lyrics - Trippie Redd
(I'm shy, oh my God)
Ha
Haha (Wow), Big 14
Go Crazy (Yeah, so high)
Go Crazy (So high, yeah)
Straight from hell (Yee), Straight from hell (Yee)
Hop in that hellcat (Skrrr)
You can get put in a roll, I'm smoking that stanky pack (Pack, gang)
You can get did like yo dawg, now we smoking that (Hey)
Heard your homie rat (Bitch, bitch)
Woke up in a bank, walk out, hundred racks (Racks)
Twin Glocks, Cody, Zach
Come straight from hell like Johnny Gat
They closed down Barney, I'm in Saks
Go MIA, off the map (Map)
What you say, I'm off a scratch
I'm from the gutter, all from scratch
I brush my teeth, got forty plaques
Big slime, yell out slatt (Slatt, yeah)
Don't rep one and four, then you gotta go
You already know, I spilled Wockhardt on my soul (Yeah)
We got hella poles (Poles), we got sticks and drums (Yeah)
Know to keep this shit lit everyday just like the sun
I can't put faith in these niggas, only put faith in my gun (Bah)
When you heading to the top, bitch, I'm feeling number one
And I'm in this shit forever nigga, I ain't one and done (Yeah)
From the block baby, yeah, I was raised off crumbs (Crumbs)
Bitch, I've always been 'bout money, got a green thumb (Bitch)
And I keep my cup muddy, I ain't lean enough
Rep where you from (From)
Rep where you from (From)
Rep where you from (From)
Rep where you from (From)
Go crazy, haha
Rep where you from (Gang)
Rep where you from ([?])
Rep where you from (1400)
Rep where you from (Niggas ain't nothing)
Rep where you from (Niggas ain't nothing)
Rep where you from
Rep where you from (Go crazy)
Rep where you from (Go crazy)
Rep where you from (Go crazy)
Brrah, brrah, bah
Hit Em Hard lyrics - Offset, Trippie Redd, Kevin Gates, Lil Durk & King Von
(from "Fast & Furious 9: The Fast Saga" soundtrack)
Skrrt, hey
I got the heat, comin' in hard
Pull out the flame, ready to spark
Turn up the beat, tear it apart
Tear off the leash, I'm in the yard
I hit 'em hard, I hit 'em hard
I hit 'em hard, I hit 'em hard
I hit 'em hard, I hit 'em hard
I hit 'em hard, I hit 'em hard
Drivin' the Lambo', I'm burnin' the street
Life is a gamble, it's you or it's me
I can't take an L anytime I compete
I am the one that you never will be
I hit 'em hard
Lamborghini wit' a hundred in 'em (Lamb')
Ride on 'em, in the drop, Bentley (Ride)
Get the money, on the money mission (Hey)
Had to focus, keep a tunnel vision (Woo)
No mercy, I'm not even playin' with 'em (Nah)
Knock 'em off, I had my man hit 'em (Knock 'em off)
I made me some bands with 'em (Bands)
My diamonds they like to go dance with 'em (Dance)
No talkin' 'bout joggin', we runnin' the city (Woo)
Opposition, now under submission
You movin' your tongue like you comin' against me
You hurt, in your feelings, convertible ceilin'
One push of the button, you comin' up missin'
Count it up, tuck it, take nothin' offensive
Touchin' them M's, what I loved turned against me
Let me know trust, 'bout to run it up riches
Ready to eat, never gon' starve
Run with the beasts, swim with the sharks
I'ma get mine, put it on God
Ice out the cross, now who the boss?
I got the heat, comin' in hard
Pull out the flame, ready to spark
Turn up the beat, tear it apart
Tear off the leash, I'm in the yard
You gotta have heart, you gotta go hard
Gotta be smart, play all your cards
Turn to a beast, I could've starved
I couldn't sleep, I had to eat
Drivin' the Lambo', I'm burnin' the street
Life is a gamble, it's you or it's me
I won't take an L anytime I compete
I am the one that you never will be
I hit 'em hard
I'm in the 'Cat ('Cat), hop out and hop out the scat
Hop out and pop me some X (Yeah)
I be with killers, I land in the 'Raq
Bond out a killer, they label a threat
Strikers on strikers, they changin' the VIN (They changin')
Talk shit, just drop yo' pin (Just drop it)
You played that lame inside this club
You better not play him again (Von)
Doin' the dash, so fast, better not crash (Hell nah)
Twelve mad, pockets fat
You run a race, then this a bet (Oh yeah)
Catch up, bet I'll leave you
Tooka smoking hard, this that diesel
My lil' niggas lethal (Yeah)
I can leave a Lamb' in the regal (Skrrt, skrrt)
I'm in fast shit (Yeah), ain't get the tags did (Dang)
We'll slide in our momma car
We don't give a fuck, it get took, get our ass kicked (Skrrt)
Ayy, Durk you promotin' violence (On gang)
Yeah? They revokin' license (On gang)
Slide on bro with a brand new Lambo' truck
He don't know which striker (Vroom), vroom
Ready to eat, never gon' starve
Run with the beasts, swim with the sharks
I'ma get mine, put it on God
Ice out the cross, now who the boss?
Drivin' the Lambo', I'm burnin' the street
Life is a gamble, it's you or it's me
I won't take an L anytime I compete
I am the one that you never will be
I hit 'em hard
I'm in the dark, diamonds they dancin', they hitting real hard
In a push start, know that my engine the back of the car
I took out the tip and I'm pushin' my limits
I'm goin' real fast, I'm goin' real far (Yeah)
I told her to fuck with the boss and the business
I stay in my bag (Yeah), I know I'm a star
I stay with them crash dummies, we don't give a fuck, we hittin 'em hard (Hard)
And I'm using my brain one hundred percent, bitch, I don't need a job
Used to play on the handlebars (Bars), now we handling firearms
Just lend me the gas, and I'll do the dash
I'll puff up and pass, get deep off the pass
I hit 'em hard
Hurts Me lyrics - Tory Lanez & Trippie Redd
[Tory Lanez:]
Do you not realize that it hurts me?
When I see you go out, uh
'Cause you have the time of your life
Only when I'm not around
You know, you really don't deserve me
Looking for you in the crowd
To see you dancing again
Out of mind, out of sight
[Trippie Redd:]
Out of mind, out of sight
Out of mind, out of sight
Yeah, you got what you need
And then you never came back around
Now you got what you need
Now it's out of mind, out of sight
[Tory Lanez:]
Do you not realize that it hurts me?
When I see you go out, uh
'Cause you have the time of your life
Only when I'm not around
You know, you really don't deserve me
Looking for you in the crowd
To see you dancing again
Out of mind, out of sight
[Trippie Redd:]
Out of mind, out of sight
Out of mind, out of sight
Yeah, you got what you need
And then you never came back around
Now you got what you need
Now it's out of mind, out of sight
I been tripping over how you actin'
Actin' like I left you behind
I think you do it for my reaction (Oh)
i don't want another sorry lyrics - Dax & Trippie Redd
[Dax:]
After they hurt you the first time
Leave
(Ay, this is a Trademark production)
'Cause if they'll do it once (Still sane, exile?)
They'll do it again
Never thought you'd leave, never thought it would end (Yeah, uh)
Look at all the pain that you caused me
Fuck it, I don't want another sorry (Uh)
S-sorry, uh
I never thought this shit would end, yeah
And I don't want another sorry
Uh, sorry, you're not sorry, uh
I never thought this shit would end, yeah
Yo, uh, two wrongs don't make a right, I turn left
Now you mad I don't pick up, I don't return texts
Like I'm supposed to let it slide, what? And just forget
That you destroyed everything we had, what, just for sex?
Fuck that, I'm angry, I'm depressed, and I'm mad
Reminiscing over days, living life in the past
How'd you do that shit? Was I really that bad?
I even let you stay, huh, I even let you meet my dad
I don't know where we going but I know that you not for me
You're not for me, damn
Damn
Never thought you'd leave, never thought it would end (Yeah, uh)
Look at all the pain that you caused me
Fuck it, I don't want another sorry, uh (Sorry)
S-sorry, uh (Sorry)
I never thought this shit would end (I never thought this shit would end), yeah
And I don't want another sorry
Uh, sorry, you're not sorry, uh
I never thought this shit would end (I never thought this shit would end), yeah
[Trippie Redd:]
Yeah, I'm sorry (I'm sorry, uh), it was a mistake (A mistake)
Every fucking day, another heartbreak (Yeah)
I can't take this pain, how much my heart aches
There won't be nothing left
Say you not sorry, not sorry either (Either)
Told you I'ma love you to the moon and to the ether (Ether)
Yeah, she think that I'm stupid and I peep her (Peep her)
Better off alone, by myself, I need to leave her, yeah, uh
[Dax {Trippie Redd}:]
Never thought you'd leave, never thought it would end (Yeah, uh)
Look at all the pain that you caused me {Yeah}
Fuck it, I don't want another sorry (Sorry, uh)
S-sorry, uh (Sorry)
I never thought this shit would end (I never thought this shit would end), yeah
And I don't want another sorry
Uh, sorry, you're not sorry, uh
I never thought this shit would end (I never thought this shit would end), yeah
I Kill People lyrics - Tadoe, Trippie Redd & Chief Keef
[Tadoe:]
Ayy, what's poppin'?
You know how the fuck we bleed, man
We get money and kill people, man
You hear me, man?
We don't rap beef, man
We slide, man, we drill people, man
Bomin' like Obama do and trap for the gunner too, man
I only speak facts and count racks, man and send packs, man
Let's get it
[Trippie Redd:]
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Shawty know I kill people, real people
From the trenches where it's real lethal, tote real regals
Big body, what's your build boy? Ill boy
Nigga need to find his chill boy, yeah
Shawty know I kill people, real people
From the trenches where it's real lethal, tote real regals
Big body, what's your build boy? Ill boy
Nigga need to find his chill boy
Foenem tweaking, we gon' show his ass for real boy, yeah
Foenem tweaking, I'ma buss him up, yeah
Foenem tweaking, I'ma buss him up, yeah
Foenem tweaking, I'ma buss him up
[Tadoe:]
Tote somethin' illegal
Hit your block with them guys, hop out, kill people
Got a Glock four-five, and it's real lethal (let's get it)
Bitch, you know we fry, we really kill people (bang bang)
Bitch I'm with the gang, we catch a body gang (gang gang)
Bitch we gang bang off in the lobby man (bang)
Catch a nigga lackin', it's a hobby man
Pop him in the noggin, leave him sloppy man
Hit your block, we gon' swerve shit (skrt skrt)
In the trap, I'm posted with the birds bitch (skrt skrt)
I don't rap beef, what's the words bitch? (huh?)
Niggas sneak dissin', lemme hurt (bang bang)
[Trippie Redd:]
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Shawty know I kill people, real people
From the trenches where it's real lethal, tote real regals
Big body, what's your build boy? Ill boy
Nigga need to find his chill boy, yeah
Shawty know I kill people, real people
From the trenches where it's real lethal, tote real regals
Big body, what's your build boy? Ill boy
Nigga need to find his chill boy
Foenem tweaking, we gon' show his ass for real boy, yeah
Foenem tweaking, I'ma buss him up, yeah
Foenem tweaking, I'ma buss him up, yeah
Foenem tweaking, I'ma buss him up
[Chief Keef:]
Everyone same side for lil bro, Ice Age all of my clothes
How I ball, you think I went pro, I'm in the hood, bricks go
She show me her thong, Cisco, she's high and ready to go
I'm hungrier than a hippo, Aim FN, how I get low
Got a new scope and it got zoom and I'm in that yoom
Baby, I know you smell that fume
Just get down, you hear that boom
In the back of the 'Bach and this bitch got room
Magazine got colored shells, half green, half blue
Smoking on that cook', someone bring me a pot
All these diamonds, I don't get hot
Young nigga really from them blocks
Ayy pussy, here we come. if you ready or not
On probation but I tote Glocks, walk through court, smellin like pot
[Trippie Redd:]
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Shawty know I kill people, real people
From the trenches where it's real lethal, tote real regals
Big body, what's your build boy? Ill boy
Nigga need to find his chill boy, yeah
Shawty know I kill people, real people
From the trenches where it's real lethal, tote real regals
Big body, what's your build boy? Ill boy
Nigga need to find his chill boy
Foenem tweaking, we gon' show his ass for real boy, yeah
Foenem tweaking, I'ma buss him up, yeah
Foenem tweaking, I'ma buss him up, yeah
Foenem tweaking, I'ma buss him up
I LOVE YOU HOE (Remix) lyrics - Odetari, Trippie Redd & 9lives
9lives exclusive
Ain't nobody taking you away from me, I promise
Ain't nobody in here that could say that I did you wrong
No-nobody gonna put up with you shit the way I done
Nobody is coming here to save ya, I did enough
Y-y-y-y-y-you, it's you
No one look good with me but you
Y-y-y-y-y-you, it's you
No one look good with me but you
Girl, you got me smilin'
When I'm lookin at ya, I don't wanna fall in
Girl, you got me smilin'
When I'm lookin at ya, I don't wanna fall in
Ain't nobody taking you away from me, I promise
Ain't nobody in here that could say that I did you wrong
No-nobody gonna put up with you shit the way I done
Nobody is coming here to save ya, I did enough
Y-y-y-y-y-you, it's you
No one look good with me but you
Y-y-y-y-y-you, it's you
No one look good with me but you
Girl, you got me smilin'
When I'm lookin at ya, I don't wanna fall in
Girl, you got me smilin'
When I'm lookin at ya, I don't wanna fall in
No one gonna love you better, baby, and I promise
I'm just being honest, girl, don't make me vomit
Fallin' out the sky like a goddamn comet
She want me to be honest, girl, you need to stop it
You used to be flawless, now you're moving lawless
Really, I can't commit
Emergency, proceed with caution
You need to come and stay with me, baby, come and lay with me
Baby, come and play with me till the sun goes down
Ain't nobody taking you away from me, I promise
Ain't nobody in here that could say that I did you wrong
No-nobody gonna put up with you shit the way I done
Nobody is coming here to save ya, I did enough
Y-y-y-y-y-you, it's you
No one look good with me but you
Y-y-y-y-y-you, it's you
No one look good with me but you
Icky Vicky lyrics - Trippie Redd (feat. Rich the Kid)
Yeah, yeah
No cap, no cap, no cap, no cap (Yeah)
I don't fuck with these niggas 'cause they so iffy iffy
Don't get caught up in situations so sticky sticky (So sticky)
All alone out in traffic I keep my blicky blicky
Yeah, ride with my lil' icky vicky
Tryna elevate, yeah, high like a hippy hippy
Hit that bitch from the back and then I dippy dippy (Dippy dippy)
All I need is two cups and then I sippy sippy (Sippy sippy)
I'm feeling loose today, tryna get trippy trippy (Trippy trippy)
I'm moon-walking in Chanel (In Chanel)
I'm in the hold for myself I can't go to jail (Go to jail)
They tryna lock me away and give me no bail (Give no bail)
And if the day come, then I'ma give 'em hell (Yeah)
Just know I'ma stay silent and never gon' tell (yeah)
You tryna stop me you gon' F.A.I.L
Fear of God on my body but I ain't scared to go to hell
I ain't do nothing wrong so I'ma let that shit prevail
I don't fuck with these niggas 'cause they so iffy iffy
Don't get caught up in situations so sticky sticky (So sticky)
All alone out in traffic I keep my blicky blicky
Yeah, ride with my lil' icky vicky
Tryna elevate, yeah, high like a hippy hippy
Hit that bitch from the back and then I dippy dippy (Dippy dippy)
All I need is two cups and then I sippy sippy (Sippy sippy)
I'm feeling loose today, tryna get trippy trippy (Trippy trippy)
Foreign bitch I make her licky licky (Licky licky)
Copped a pint, I'm gettin' sippy sippy (Sippy sippy)
I got my lil bitch Chanel you thought I was trippin' (Thought I was trippin')
She fucked the whole team why you thought she was different (Wait)
Drippy, drippy (Drippy, drippy), pussy slipping (Pussy slipping)
Ride her in the Ghost, she put her back in it (Back in it)
Bought a new safe, I put the racks in it (Racks, racks)
Money, money got these bitches trippy, trippy (Rich)
I don't fuck with these niggas 'cause they so iffy iffy
Don't get caught up in situations so sticky sticky (So sticky)
All alone out in traffic I keep my blicky blicky
Yeah, ride with my lil' icky vicky
Tryna elevate, yeah, high like a hippy hippy
Hit that bitch from the back and then I dippy dippy (Dippy dippy)
All I need is two cups and then I sippy sippy (Sippy sippy)
I'm feeling loose today, tryna get trippy trippy (Trippy trippy)
LGLG lyrics - Trippie Redd
Haha, haha
Splash
Yeah, let's get it, let's go
Let's get it, let's go
Let's get it, let's go, huh
Let's get it, let's go, bitch
Let's get it, let's go, bitch
Let's get it, let's go, bitch
Let's get it, let's go
I'm tired of all of the antics, these niggas panickin', I'm a dark guy
I'm just like a bandit, join the dark side
I'm feelin' like Anakin, boy I'ma banish him
Throw up some bands in your face (Yeah, shh)
Back in the lab, I record on a boat
Actually, this shit a yacht
Always keep one in the top, keep me a mop
I don't play 'round with the opps
Hmm, them niggas scary, well, I'm scary too
I got that chop' on me, right in the booth
If you got a lil' problem, we make it go poof
Like Chrisean, I rock
Play with the gang, lil' bitch, and you losin' your tooth
You be on the rental, I just laugh in the coupe
I'm with your bitch, I'm with your boo
I'm with your bitch, I'm with your boo
I'm with your bitch, I'm with your boo
I'm with your lover, I'm with your wife
I bet you love her, I just pipe
I just go pipe, I just go pipe
I'm just gon' fuck, hit her one night
Then I am out, out like a light
She ride like a bike, that's that shit I like
I'm out with Death, bitch, it's on sight
Keep me some scythes, keep me some knifes
I like to fight but I keep me that pipe
I'm a demon in the night, I'll take out your eye
All them checks on the floor and then crush
I got the lean in a rush
I drop the four in a Crush
I drop the four in a Crush
I drop the four in a Crush (Skrrt)
I'm out with Death, bitch, it's on sight
Keep me some scythes, keep me some knifes
I like to fight but I keep me that pipe
I'm a demon in the night, I'll take out your eye
All them checks on the floor and then crush
I got the lean in a rush
I drop the four in a Crush
I drop the four in a Crush
I drop the four in a Crush (Skrrt)
Yeah, let's get it, let's go
Let's get it, let's go
Let's get it, let's go, huh
Let's get it, let's go, bitch
Let's get it, let's go, bitch
Let's get it, let's go, bitch
Let's get it, let's go
I'm tired of all of the antics, these niggas panickin', I'm a dark guy
I'm just like a bandit, join the dark side
I'm feelin' like Anakin, boy I'ma banish him
Throw up some bands in your face (Yeah, shh)
Back in the lab, I record on a boat
Actually, this shit a yacht
Always keep one in the top, keep me a mop
I don't play 'round with the opps
Hmm, them niggas scary, well, I'm scary too
I got that chop' on me, right in the booth
If you got a lil' problem, we make it go poof
Like Chrisean, I rock
Play with the gang, lil' bitch, and you losin' your tooth
You be on the rental, I just laugh in the coupe
I'm with your bitch, I'm with your boo
I'm with your bitch, I'm with your boo
I'm with your bitch, I'm with your boo
I'm with your bitch, I'm with your boo
I'm with your bitch, I'm with your boo
I'm with your bitch, I'm with your boo
I'm with your bitch, I'm with your boo
I'm with your bitch, I'm with your boo
I'm with your bitch, I'm with your boo
I'm with your lover
Like That lyrics - Trippie Redd (feat. Lil Durk, A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie)
[Trippie Redd:]
I just spent 80 on a AP
Tell lil' baby she can love me or she hate me
In the brand new McLaren, and I'm racing
With the gang and you know how outer space be
How you like that, uh? How you like that, uh?
How you like that, uh? How you like that, uh?
Love it or you hate it, how you like that, uh?
How you like that, uh? How you like that, uh?
How you like the glis'? How you like my wrist?
How you like these diamonds dancing in my fucking fist?
How you like that, how you like that?
If she hit my jack, I hit her right back
'Cause I'm out the way, bitch I'm MIA
Don't stand in my way, posted in the A
Find out where you lay, open up the gates
I won't leave a trace, not try'na catch a case, yeah
You's a open mind, you's a big stain, yeah
You's a poopy butt, yeah you's a shit stain, yeah
Posted in the bando with the big gang, yeah
Totin' sticks and extendos with the big bang, yeah
All headshots, I won't make your body count
With the big chop, try'na see your body bounce
Pack o' lions, I ain't try'na see nobody pounce
Got a kilo round my neck, we weigh it by the pound, yeah
You can't see me, you can't be me
Did you get that? Did you get that?
Did you like that? How you like that?
I just spent 80 on a AP
Tell lil' baby she can love me or she hate me
In the brand new McLaren, and I'm racing
With the gang and you know how outer space be
How you like that, uh? How you like that, uh?
How you like that, uh? How you like that, uh?
Love it or you hate it, how you like that, uh?
How you like that, uh? How you like that, uh?
[Lil Durk:]
Walk around, Dior Hommes on me
Studio, I got poles on me
Perc 30, got my nose runnin'
Chiraq got me cold hearted
I be with killers, they got no conscience
41M, I put stones on it
Lawyer money, spend a cool hundred
On the set, I put a cool hundred
Just for talkin', niggas move from me
A couple bitches I done soon fucked
Pay for pussy, boy, that's shoe money
My young niggas, they gon' shoot some
Caught a case, I couldn't bust nuts
Run up on me, you a dumb fuck
Shooters hangin' out of Putt-Putt
All these niggas know what's up
[Trippie Redd:]
I just spent 80 on a AP
Tell lil' baby she can love me or she hate me
In the brand new McLaren, and I'm racing
With the gang and you know how outer space be
How you like that, uh? How you like that, uh?
How you like that, uh? How you like that, uh?
Love it or you hate it, how you like that, uh?
How you like that, uh? How you like that, uh?
[A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie:]
I just spent like 80 on a bracelet
Fuck 20 on a chain I tried to take his
Couple Highbridge niggas on that same shit
Take the red pill or the blue pill like the matrix
Run it up then spend it all or burnt it off, yeah
Just hit me up, I'm a beat it up like aw yeah
When I pick you up I'm a eat you up in my car yeah
With my chains on I feel like a rockstar yeah
[Trippie Redd:]
I just spent 80 on a AP
Tell lil' baby she can love me or she hate me
In the brand new McLaren, and I'm racing
With the gang and you know how outer space be
How you like that, uh? How you like that, uh?
How you like that, uh? How you like that, uh?
Love it or you hate it, how you like that, uh?
How you like that, uh? How you like that, uh?
Love & Drugs lyrics - teamwork, Trevor Daniel & Trippie Redd (feat. Dixie)
It's late on the east side, I just can't sleep right
The words that we say keep me up with the street light
You know I need time so call in the meantime
Messin' with my head 'cause you don't realize
I got too much baggage, tryna find some balance
Don't hit me up, it only makes me anxious
I won't be the one, no, you go and you strung out
Lovin' your drugs than always runnin'
I don't know the difference between love and drugs
Love and drugs, they always do the same thing
I don't know the difference between love and drugs
Love and drugs, the high I keep on chasing
High 'til the rush is over, yeah
High 'til I'm low and sober, yeah
I don't know the difference between love and drugs
They always leave me strung out, always seem to come down
Love and drugs, they always do the same thing (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Love and drugs, the high I keep on chasing
When I say I give my all, I just mean all that I can give (All that I can give)
Surround my heart on E, so I know it's runnin' on fumes
Am I wastin' all my time? I can't think I'm born to lose (Oh, oh)
Every second that we spend together, it feels so confused
And I know you by your phone
So call me whenever the high comes down
Let me know if you still love me
I'm nauseous whenever you're not around
I don't know if you still want me
I don't know the difference between love and drugs
Love and drugs, they always do the same thing
I don't know the difference between love and drugs
Love and drugs, the high I keep on chasing
High 'til the rush is over, yeah
High 'til I'm low and sober, yeah
I don't know the difference between love and drugs
They always leave me strung out, always seem to come down
Love and drugs, they always do the same thing (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Love and drugs, the high I keep on chasing
It's like you wanna see me fail
It's like you wanna see me burn in hell
But it's okay 'cause I worry about myself
I don't need anyone else doing that for me
'Cause depending on someone else is just tragedy, yeah
I ain't tryna give my love away
I don't wanna love today
Don't worry about you
Don't worry about you, bae
Don't worry about you, bae
I don't know the difference between love and drugs
Love and drugs, they always do the same thing
I don't know the difference between love and drugs
Love and drugs, the high I keep on chasing
High 'til the rush is over, yeah
High 'til I'm low and sober, yeah
I don't know the difference between love and drugs
They always leave me strung out, always seem to come down
Love and drugs, they always do the same thing (What I can give?)
Love and drugs, the high I keep on chasing
I don't know the difference between love and drugs
Love and drugs, they always do the same thing
I don't know the difference between love and drugs
Love and drugs, the high I keep on chasing
Love And Drugs lyrics - Trippie Redd (feat. Kodie Shane)
[Trippie Redd:]
Oh if love was a drug (hahaha, Yuh!)
Aye, Aye, Yeaaaye
Baby if love was a drug
I'd be addicted to the love
Sick and tired of this love
Fantasizing bout some loveee and drugs
Baby girl would you ride for ya nigga? aye
Baby girl would you die for ya nigga? aye
In the kitchen whippin' pies with a nigga aye
Put them panties to the side for a nigga ayeee
Yuh!
[Kodie Shane:]
Valet, park my car lil' nigga ayeee, uh!
Don't you touch my ride lil' nigga UH
All up in my car, why you talkin' to that nigga? aye
Wait, Why you talkin' to that nigga baaabe?
[Trippie Redd:]
Why you fuck with that nigga?
Cuz that nigga he a laaame
I got the same love
Ain't nothing ever chaaange
Step back, put it right through my legs, then fade away
Who's Bad? Who's Bad? I'm bad baby MJ
Just call my phone I'll be on my way
[Kodie Shane:]
You my favorite cuz I swear you always get it
Pockets on swole cuz I'm all about my fitness
Bout to break a record somebody call Guinness
Yeah, somebody call Guinness
Scottie Pippen how I pass it off and how they get it
Jumping baby off, right up before I finish, yeah
Right up before I finish, yeah
Love Me Till I'm Dead lyrics - Trippie Redd
Ew, jerk
Honorable Court
Hol' up, yeah
I'ma love you forever, babe that's what I said (Yes)
Till' the wheels fall off, baby, until I'm dead (Yes)
Until I did, I am be a voice in your head (Yes)
Yeah, love me forever, baby, until I'm dead (Till' I'm dead)
Said love me forever ever until I'm dead (Till' I'm dead)
Flip them fingers right to the opps and fuck all the fakes (Yeah)
They just hate I'm unorthodox and I'm stacking bread (Bread)
Man, I can't let this money get to my fuckin' head, yeah, yeah
Fuck my bitch right on a cruise ship
Bae, we on the new shit, she ride me like a new bitch
Beat the pussy till' she clueless
If I tell her "Knock ya' head off", she gon' do it
Baby girl gon' shoot for love like she Cupid
And she gon' consume my love when she do it
She gon' love me till' I'm dead, hear my voices in her head
She gon' need some fuckin' meds
You'll be thinking 'bout me while you laying in your bed
Tryna get some fuckin' rest
I'ma love you forever, babe that's what I said (Yes)
Till' the wheels fall off, baby, until I'm dead (Yes)
Until I did, I am be a voice in your head (Yes)
Yeah, love me forever, baby, until I'm dead (Till' I'm dead)
Said love me forever ever until I'm dead (Till' I'm dead)
Flip them fingers right to the opps and fuck all the fakes (Yeah)
They just hate I'm unorthodox and I'm stacking bread (Bread)
Man, I can't let this money get to my fuckin' head, yeah, yeah
LWRW lyrics - Trippie Redd
(Mountain, mountain, mountain)
(DJ on the beat so it's a banger)
Left wrist, uh, right wrist, uh
Left wrist, uh, right wrist, uh
Left wrist, uh, right wrist, uh
My bitch, uh, fly shit, uh
Left wrist, uh (yeah), right wrist, uh (yeah)
Left wrist, uh (14), right wrist, uh (Woah)
Fly shit, uh, (14, 14, 14) divine shit, uh (Divine)
Right shit, yeah, my bitch (Yeah, 14 baby)
I don't give a fuck who you came with (Came with)
Choppa on my side it'll blow a brain quick (Blow a brain quick)
Choppa on my side, it'll make a brain quit (Make a brain quit)
Choppa on my side, it'll make your brain split (Make your brain split)
Yeah, on that same shit (On that same shit)
On that gang shit (On that gang)
Bring the pain bitch (Pain bitch)
Major pain bitch (Major pain bitch)
With that flame bitch (With that flame)
Yeah, 'cus I made it
Yeah, 'cus I made it
Yeah, and I raised 'em
Yeah, but they hatin' (14)
Yeah, I kept my patience, patiently waiting (14)
Yeah, I ain't say shit but now I'm sayin' it (14, Ha!)
I need an abortion (Huh, huh, huh, huh)
I need an abortion (Huh, huh, huh, huh)
I wanna abort them (Yah, yah, yah, yah)
I wanna abort 'em (Ya, ya, pew)
Left wrist, uh, right wrist, uh
Left wrist, uh, right wrist, uh
Left wrist, uh, right wrist, uh
My bitch, uh, fly shit, uh
Left wrist, uh (yeah), right wrist, uh (yeah)
Left wrist, uh (14), right wrist, uh (Woah)
Fly shit, uh, (14, 14, 14) divine shit, uh (Divine)
Right shit, yeah, my bitch (Yeah, 14 baby)
Me Likey lyrics - Trippie Redd
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
I just spent 80 on a AP
Tell lil' baby she can love me or she hate me
In the brand new McLaren, and I'm racing
With the gang and you know how outer space be
How you like that, uh? How you like that, uh?
How you like that, uh? How you like that, uh?
Love it or you hate it, how you like that, uh?
How you like that, uh? How you like that, uh?
How you like the glis'? How you like my wrist?
How you like these diamonds dancing in my fucking fist?
How you like that, how you like that?
If she hit my jack, I hit her right back
'Cuz I'm out the way, bitch I'm MIA
Don't stand in my way, posted in the A
Find out where you lay, open up the gates
I won't leave a trace, not try'na catch a case, yeah
You's a open mind, you's a big stain, yeah
You's a poopy butt, yeah you's a shit stain, yeah
Posted in the bando with the big gang, yeah
Totin' sticks and extendos with the big bang, yeah
All headshots, I won't make your body count
With the big chop, try'na see your body bounce
Pack o' lions, I ain't try'na see nobody pounce
Got a kilo round my neck, we weigh it by the pound, yeah
You can't see me, you can't be me
Did you get that? Did you get that?
Did you like that? How you like that?
I just spent 80 on a AP
Tell lil' baby she can love me or she hate me
In the brand new McLaren, and I'm racing
With the gang and you know how outer space be
How you like that, uh? How you like that, uh?
How you like that, uh? How you like that, uh?
Love it or you hate it, how you like that, uh?
How you like that, uh? How you like that, uh?
Moon Walker lyrics - Trippie Redd
No, not yet, I can still detect the energy source behind the plants that were controlling all those people
Blue cheese
Blue cheese
Blue cheese
Ooh-wee
Right there
Yeah, big bro pulled up, gave me blue cheese (Blue cheese), yeah
Like a angel, baby, I just grew wings (Grew wings), yeah
She fascinated, I'm in soup B' (Soup B'), yeah
Diamonds 'round my neck, that bitch like, "Ooh-wee" (Yeah), yeah
Hundred racks in, hundred racks out (Yeah, yeah)
Hundred bags in, hundred bags out
We oh-so up, ain't goin' down (No), yeah
We to the moon (To the moon), to the moon (Moon), yeah
Yeah, gang (Oh-oh)
Diamonds 'round my neck (My neck)
And all on my chest (My chest, oh)
Damn, I'm so goddamn blessed (Goddamn blessed)
But man, I'm so goddamn stressed (I'm so stressed)
Damn, I just fucked my ex (Fucked my ex)
RIP to my brother X (To my bro)
Condolences to mama X (Mama X)
Yeah, yeah, uh (Okay, uh)
And I'ma still count these checks (These checks)
And I'ma put my foot on they necks (On they necks)
'Cause we still need our respect
Yeah, big bro pulled up, gave me blue cheese (Blue cheese), yeah
Like a angel, baby, I just grew wings (Grew wings), yeah
She fascinated, I'm in soup B' (Soup B'), yeah
Diamonds 'round my neck, that bitch like, "Ooh-wee" (Yeah), yeah
Hundred racks in, hundred racks out (Yeah, yeah)
Hundred bags in, hundred bags out
We oh-so up, ain't goin' down (No), yeah
We to the moon (To the moon), to the moon (Moon), yeah
Move Move lyrics - Trippie Redd (feat. NBA YoungBoy)
CashMoneyAP
Ayy, huh
Big 14 know what the fuck going on
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
[Trippie Redd:]
Gotta get to it, keep it moving
Big influence, gotta prove it
Yea keep it moving
Yeah gotta keep it moving
Yeah said I gotta keep it moving
Gotta get to it, keep it moving
Big influence, gotta prove it
Yeah nigga gotta prove it
Yeah said a nigga gotta prove it
Made a milli' off a mixtape
Ever since then bitch I done had big bank
I'm addicted to them Ben Franks
Big 14 give a fuck 'bout what a bitch say
Yeah put yo lil ass to rest aye
Talking down say that shit with yo chest aye
You a pussy nigga say it with yo breath aye
And them hollows hit you quicker than your mouth say
You try your best to move around
I try my best to move it out
And keep it in circulation
Just like a roundabout
Know the exact number I'm just tryna round it out
And keep it moving now yeah
Gotta get to it, keep it moving
Big influence, gotta prove it
Yea keep it moving
Yeah gotta keep it moving
Yeah said I gotta keep it moving
Gotta get to it, keep it moving
Big influence, gotta prove it
Yeah nigga gotta prove it
Yeah said a nigga gotta prove it
[NBA YoungBoy:]
Gotta prove it fuck that talking
We ain't scared of nothing, we get straight to it
To influence we gon step on something
Yeah get that money I ran up a hunnid
Ticket hold a bitch
I got one million you ain't saying nothing
You try your best to move around
I try my best to move it out
I'm tryna find another route
I stash that shit up in my house
I came a long way from that north
Look at the shit I done bought
Right up in public pistols out
We whip that shit that you ain't 'bout
Yeah I live in Calabasas hills boy
You got them Glocks we got dracos
That's them big toys, bang bang
Bet it ain't 14 you fuck with lil boys
Plenty bodies love to kill us
Lets be forreal boys
[Trippie Redd:]
Gotta get to it, keep it moving
Big influence, gotta prove it
Yea keep it moving
Yeah gotta keep it moving
Yeah said I gotta keep it moving
Gotta get to it, keep it moving
Big influence, gotta prove it
Yeah nigga gotta prove it
Yeah said a nigga gotta prove it
MULTIMILLIONAIRE lyrics - 9lives & Trippie Redd (feat. Odetari)
[Intro:]
You are now tuned in to 9lives radio
[Odetari:]
Mu-mu-multimillionaire, I got stars in my pendant
Mu-mu-multimillionaire, all my cars look like Bentleys (Ah-ah-ah)
Talkin' bout some friends, bitch, you're wrong, I ain't friendly (Nah-ah-ah)
Get it how I want, buy it all, I got plenty (Yeah)
Bitch got me fucked up, what you tryna do? (Do-do-do)
Boy, you got the wrong one, don't you make a move (Move)
Bitch, you got it all wrong, you ain't gotta clue (Clue)
Thinking this shit obvious, you don't know how I move
White diamonds on the teeth, bitch, mix it with some blue (Ah, ah)
Think she tryna play me, this ain't nothing new
Lying 'bout my fuckin' name, bitch, you know I'ma sue
3x3, bitch, think the numbers talking too (Ooh-ooh)
[Trippie Redd:]
Racked up, baby, what's your type? (Type)
Call me J Jimmy, I ain't paying for her flight (Flight)
Got on two watches but I check my phone for the time
Roll like ten blunts but I put my mind in the sky (Sky)
Every day it's Call of Duty, grab that chop and dolphin dive
If they pushing, hop out, it'll be a homicide
She open her mouth, then I put cum up on her mind
She rub it on her face, she say it's healthy in her eyes
Don't play with the mob, it'll be mad genocide
Nigga's ain't safe, nigga foreigns outside
Tired of the pain, I wish they all damn died
Like, fuck your life, fuck your sign (Ah-ah)
If you don't rep the five, nigga, fuck your sign
Don't play with that man when the planets collide (Woo)
Spin his damn block and we gon' banish you right (Bop!)
[Odetari:]
Mu-mu-multimillionaire, I got stars in my pendant
Mu-mu-multimillionaire, all my cars look like Bentleys (Ah-ah-ah)
Talkin' bout some friends, bitch, you're wrong, I ain't friendly (Nah-ah-ah)
Get it how I want, buy it all, I got plenty (Yeah)
Bitch got me fucked up, what you tryna do? (Do-do-do)
Boy, you got the wrong one, don't you make a move (Move)
Bitch, you got it all wrong, you ain't gotta clue (Clue)
Thinking this shit obvious, you don't know how I move
Murder lyrics - Trippie Redd
Jack with the mac
Pop out with my K and it's a murder (Yeah, gang, gang, gang)
Pop out with my K and it's a murder (Gang, gang, yeah)
Pop out with my K and I'ma murk ya (Yeah, huh)
1400, 1400, bitch (Yeah, uh)
What's a peasant to a king? (To a king)
I can see your reflection through my rings (Through my rings)
Your bitch all up on my D, she want my thing (Want my thing)
Pop that pussy like a motherfucking bean (Pop that pussy, bitch)
I'm off this Activis, lil' nigga need some lean
Your bitch giving me head while I'm rolling tree (Rolling trees)
I'm clean, like Febreeze (Like Febreeze)
Yeah, fucking on that bitch, I hit the beach (Hit the beach)
She ocean, ocean water splash, I'm in her jeans (Up in her jeans)
I beat that pussy, now she walking crippling (Crippling)
She can't understand why she wobbling her knees (Wobbling her knees)
It's Big 14 and I can't give a bitch a thing (Give a bitch a thing)
She get to asking for cash I turn Japanese (Woo, woo)
Uh oh, I don't know what you're saying (Ayy)
Uh, uh, oh, got a whole lot of bacon (Bacon)
Uh oh, pockets on extra caking
Talking fuck shit, out your face you get a facelift (Bah, bah)
Yeah, yeah (Bah, bah)
Pull up with my choppa, catch a murder (Catch a murder), ayy
Pop out with my K and I'ma murk you (Ayy, ayy, ayy), ayy
Pop out with my choppa, it's a murder (Catch a motherfuckin' murder), ayy
Pop out with my K and I'ma murk ya (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
Murk ya
Ayy, yeah, uh
Yeah, uh, yeah
I don't got no time
I might have to catch a M-U-R-D-E-R, a murder (A murder)
Yeah, I might catch me a murder (A murder)
Yeah, uh, pussy boy, I might murk you (Might murk you)
Bang, uh, bang, uh, bang, yeah
Bang, uh, bang, bang, bang, yeah, uh, yeah
Big 14, know what the fuck going on
Yeah, smoking on this fucking strong (Fucking strong)
Yeah, I ain't do nothing wrong (Nothing wrong)
Yeah, catch a murder, then I'm going home (Home)
Catch a murder then I'm phoning home
Not from your planet, I hate humans
Not from your planet, I ain't human
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, and I ain't Cupid (Cupid stupid)
I can't fall in love, and I'm not stupid
Uh oh, you my baby like Gerber (Gerber)
Uh oh, I might catch a fucking murder (Murder)
Uh oh
Mhm, that shit hard
Nelly lyrics - Trippie Redd
Yeah, huh, Big 14 bitch
Yeah, hey
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, ayy
First off, I can't trust a bitch
Break a bitch down like a mother fuckin' brick (like a brick, yeah)
I can paint a picture with my mother fuckin' wrist
Johnny Dang did my grills, I ain't talkin' with a lisp
It's Big 14, little bitch come take a flick (take a pic, bitch)
Catch yo' bitch suckin', swallowin' my fuckin' dick (on my dick)
Water on my body got a nigga seasick (ha)
Blowin' all this dope, it got me fuckin' seein' shit
Talk down on the gang, you get killed fo' sure though (boom, boom, boom)
Turn your whole gang extinct, bitch, like a dodo
I don't fuck with twelve, I can't get caught up with popo
Or imma do the dash and hit they ass with this .44 (woah, woah, woah, yeah)
I like to talk that shit, like to talk that shit
Only difference 'bout me is I will walk that shit
Like to talk that shit, like to talk that shit
Only difference 'bout me is imma walk that shit
I just copped new Mason Margiela
Known to make it rain so I use my Wraith umbrella
Hangin' with the OGs and some dope sellers
And we in too deep, nothing you can tell us
Draco hit 'em up, fill a nigga up with lead
Shoot a nigga in his head, 'til he dead, 'cause this beam is infrared
Like a teddy bear that talk, try me bitch, bitch I'm Ted
Play with shooters, they gon' do you, I'm a nightmare, yeah
Freddy Krueger, uh, yeah
I like to walk that, and I talk that
Man I walk that, and I talk that
(Ay, walk it like I talk it, walk it like I talk it)
Said I walk stacks, and I tote racks, and I tote- (bitch, bitch)
I like to talk that shit, like to talk that shit
Only difference 'bout me is I will walk that shit
Like to talk that shit, like to talk that shit
Only difference 'bout me is imma walk that shit
Yeah
Owee lyrics - Trippie Redd (feat. UnoTheActivist & Teka$hi69)
[Trippie Redd:]
Oh, oo, I hit the bitch from the back and she like oh, oo, ay
Hold up, baby, oh, oo, I hit the bitch from the back and she like oh, oo, ay
Hold up, baby, oh, oo, I hit the bitch from the back and she like oh, oo, ay
Hold up, baby, oh, oo, I hit the bitch from the back and she like oh, oo, ay
1400 Gang, bitch I keep me some shooters
My chain shine hard like your momma medulla
I'm stoned up in the club, bitch I feel like Medusa
You talk down yeah, pussyboy I'ma shoot ya
I'm a gorilla ay, yeah big bank
I'm about my skrilla, ay
Yeah I'm getting all this money, big drug dealer, ay
Trippie Redd bitch I'm with the feelin', ay
Oh yeah, bitch I'm really in a villian, ay
Huh, yeah, all the money, throwin' all the money
Throwin' all the hunnits, yeah
Throwin' all the money, throwin' all the hunnits, yeah
Hold up, baby, oh, oo, I hit the bitch from the back and she like oh, oo, ay
Hold up, baby, oh, oo, I hit the bitch from the back and she like oh, oo, ay
Hold up, baby, oh, oo, I hit the bitch from the back and she like oh, oo, ay
Hold up, baby, oh, oo, I hit the bitch from the back and she like oh, oo, ay
[Tekashi69/6ix9ine:]
I just fuck 'em, I dump 'em, no kissin', no lovin'
Y'all bitches is buggin', my niggas savage they thuggin'
You run up, we bussin', we not with the fuck shit
We pull up to fuck shit, then we like no discussion
You thought I was screamin', I laugh, I'm the demon
I pop me a bean now I'm cool and I'm leanin'
[Trippie Redd:]
Hold up, baby, oh, oo, I hit the bitch from the back and she like oh, oo, ay
Hold up, baby, oh, oo, I hit the bitch from the back and she like oh, oo, ay
Hold up, baby, oh, oo, I hit the bitch from the back and she like oh, oo, ay
Hold up, baby, oh, oo, I hit the bitch from the back and she like oh, oo, ay
[UnoTheActivist:]
Oh, oh, oh, she like, oh
Oh, oh, oh, she like, oh
Oh, oh, oh, she like, oh
Oh, oh, oh, she like, oh
Hit from the back, and that bitch is like oh
Screamin' my name, fuckin' a hoe from the back
And you know she gone grab on my, oh
And you know Uno gone swool wit the loot
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
She don't go 'round, these hoes go down
They don't go right now, I don't know about now
Since you wanna fuck me, I might vool right now
She bow down to me and she blowin' right now
That's your hoe right now, that's my hoe right now
That's your side of town, that's my side of town
These hoes run up on me, I should blow em right now
Hit it from the back, watch that hoe wet down
[Trippie Redd & UnoTheActivist:]
Baby, oh, oo, I hit the bitch from the back and she like oh, oo, ay
Hold up, baby, oh, oo, I hit the bitch from the back, the back
I hit the bitch from the back
Uh, oo, woah, ay
(Buss it wide open, buss it wide open, buss it wide open, buss it wide open
Baby get up in it, mushy like macaroni and cheese
All up in it, ooh, ay, hit that bitch from the back, yuh)
Sad & Alone lyrics - Zzz. & Trippie Redd
You got my heart decaying, I can't explain it
Even when you're far away, far away
These girls are all the same, I can't explain it
You're a noose with your love, you always leave me hangin'
Now I'm sad and alone, I still can't forget about you, forget about you, oh
You shoulda stayed the same (Same)
You kept on switchin' sides, you can stay a lame (Ew)
You fuckin' up the vibe, I can't play these games (Games)
And I'm so sick and tired of tryna' change your ways, change your ways
This ain't love, you're gone
Tired of writing wrongs
Keep on writing songs, tryna numb the pain
Cause I-, I love, yeah I love you
Yeah, I love holding you like there ain't nobody else (Nobody else)
There ain't nobody else
Lately been by myself (Ah)
I want you all to myself
You got my heart decaying, I can't explain it
Even when you're far away, far away
These girls are all the same, I can't explain it
You're a noose with your love, you always leave me hangin'
Now I'm sad and alone, I still can't forget about you, forget about you, oh
You shoulda stayed the same (Same)
You kept on switchin' sides, you can stay a lame (Ew)
You fuckin' up the vibe, I can't play these games (Games)
And I'm so sick and tired of tryna' change your ways, change your ways
She gon' play my heart
Just like these strings, she gon' strum me apart
Girl, I'll be there no matter who you are (Who you are)
I'm always thinkin' how you turnin' me on and turnin' me off on days that you're gone
You got my heart decaying, I can't explain it
Even when you're far away, far away
These girls are all the same, I can't explain it
You're a noose with your love, you always leave me hangin'
(Now I'm sad and alone)
Noose with your love, with your love (Ohh-woah)
Noose with your love, you always leave me hangin' (Ohh-woah, hangin')
Save Me, Please lyrics - Trippie Redd
I'm tired of the fighting
I'm tired of the crying
Please, please, come back in my arms
Oh
I'm tired of trying
I'm tired of dying
Please, please, save me from myself
Oh
All out of luck when you're missing me
All out of luck when you distance me
All out of luck reminiscing me
All out of love and tremendously
I'm here for you
I feel, I feel for you
I just know
My love is real for you
I just know
Oh
I'm tired of the fighting
I'm tired of the crying
Please, please, come back in my arms
Oh
I'm tired of trying
I'm tired of dying
Please, please, save me from myself
Oh
Slow Down lyrics - Trippie Redd (feat. Warhol.SS & Rocket Da Goon)
[Trippie Redd:]
Yeah, slow down
Yeah, ayy
Big 14, you know what the fuck goin' on
Ooh, with the lights on
Baby, let me hit it with the lights on
Yeah, diamonds on my neck shine like a lighthouse
Ooh, ayy, hol' up
Slow down, yeah
Slow down, yeah
Slow down, yeah
Slow down, ooh, ayy
Slow down, yeah
Slow down, yeah
Slow down, yeah
Slow down, ooh, yeah
[Rocket Da Goon:]
I came down, no pressure
I be posted on the background
Burn a nigga if he [?] poppin' to my wrist charm
Fill him up with lead, pull the trigger 'til the clip drop
She want give me dome, pull up at the pit stop
Ayy lil ho, come [?] these braids though
Eat 'em just like Fabo, kitchen just like caino
Diamond wet like rainbow
Told them people that little boy can't change though, whoa
Jewish lawyer, ain't no case
Travel state to state, I'm sippin' J and countin' faces
Pick up the pace, big bands for the take
Fifteen for the left wrist, for Celine jeans, and the Wraith
On that pound shit, baby love how I kick shit, yeah
Change ho [?] no attention
Leave the ho, no mention
Slow down when I be sippin', ride with the Act
Ride with the beam on the tac, ah
Red beam, that's the hat
[Trippie Redd:]
Slow down, yeah
Slow down, yeah
Slow down, yeah
Slow down, ooh, ayy
Slow down, yeah
Slow down, yeah
Slow down, yeah
Slow down, ooh, yeah
[Warhol.ss:]
Oh, ayy, ayy
Pourin' on the drink, you know it got me slowed down
Yeah you [?] for my shit, you know it go down
How I'm flexin', yeah it's all on my clothes now
All these niggas that imitate, pourin' on lean in the lemonade
And I swear that shit, it brought me to a better place
I pop a perc, said I can't feel my face
I'm runnin' after money, I'm on a paper chase
No, no you can't copy the lingo
Put a dot on your head like bingo
Smoke gas and you know that Citgo
Got big drank, you know I sip slow
Christian Louboutin, you know how I tiptoe
And, and, all of my bitches they dimes
But I never spend no time
You know I draw sixty a line
Let them niggas fall in line
I stayed down 'til I came up
Young Pooda, yeah you know I never changed up
In the streets you know the shit it get dangerous
Boss gang, yeah you niggas can't fuck with us
[Trippie Redd:]
Slow down, yeah
Slow down, yeah
Slow down, yeah
Slow down, ooh, ayy
Slow down, yeah
Slow down, yeah
Slow down, yeah
Slow down, ooh, yeah
Sweeter Scars lyrics - Just Juice, Logic & Trippie Redd
[Just Juice:]
If not for pain
I would know nothin' 'bout happiness
Not for rain, rain, rain
Grass would always be greener on other sides
It hurts but I found the truth in your lies
Every time you carvin' me deeper
My scars gon' look sweeter
If not for pain
I would know nothin' 'bout happiness
Not for rain, rain, rain
Grass would always be greener on other sides
It hurts but I found the truth in your lies
Every time you carvin' me deeper
My scars gon' look sweeter
Tell me just how long
You thought it'd take me to find it out
Tell me just how long
You planned on abusing my trust
Could've gave it to someone else
Someone sent from above
Instead you took it away from me
Gave it to someone you loved
And I wished that was me
I don't feel that way today
If I get up and leave
Where do you plan to stay?
Thought my place was beside
Confide in me if you'd like to
Put my faith in your honesty
It was just to be lied to
Best believe that I know
All the things that I'm sure they don't
Believe that I hope
You don't feel flawed as you used to
You're abusing my heart
No one's deserves to be bruised
So take it back to the start
If it isn't me that you choose
If not for pain
I would know nothin' 'bout happiness
Not for rain, rain, rain
Grass would always be greener on other sides
It hurts but I found the truth in your lies
Every time you carvin' me deeper
My scars gon' look sweeter
[Logic:]
Aye
Let me get my pen, let it all out
When I open my mouth and let it all out
Ain't talkin' 'bout shorty, ain't talkin' 'bout none of that
Baby, I'm talkin' 'bout Hip-Hop
I'm focused on money like Ziploc
For a minute, ain't nothin' wrong with it
Everyday I go and get it
I Used To Love H.E.R. like Common Sense 'til I did not
But I'm back in another way
I ain't panderin', no, I ain't slanderin'
I'm gettin' mine in another way
I'm talkin' 'bout breakin' up with all the bullshit
Yeah, now I'm havin' that fun again
Gotta learn how to crawl 'fore you walk
And I'm ready to run again
Yeah, I'm out here with Trippie and Juice
Hope you puttin' my lyrics to use
I came from the underground
So when I hit the mainstream
They said, "Don't do that shit again!"
But that don't mean I can't have a hit again
Makin' beats like I'm DillaGet lit again
I'm just doin' my thing from the heart
Gettin' money by makin' this art
Give a fuck how you feel
RattPack been real from the start
And we still on the chart
And we still on the mark
Only the best what I brought
Give a fuck what you thought
Rap shit like a bad bitch left me scarred
But the game been hard
Chasin' that paper gon' leave them all running in circles
On God
My love for music like a woman
Music what I want and never the applause
What?!
[Trippie Redd:]
Yeah, oooh
Go 'head and take me away
From your lies, lies, lies
Say she just running game
Gotta take the sidelines
'Cause this shit getting deeper
And she might lose her life
And be already dead
Before the fuckin' show starts (Yeah!)
Playin' with my heart
You'll be a bunch of body parts
Say my name as she came
She was wet as Noah's Ark
High-rise in New York
Man, I feel like Tony Stark
All this pain
I still love with a artificial heart
Lamb' truck, Rolls' truck
Man, I cannot parallel park
Neon lights on that bitch
So you see me in the dark
I would drive a hundred miles
Just to see you in the dirt
Love scars
Broke my heart
Left me really, really hurt
[Just Juice:]
If not for pain (Pain!)
I would know nothin' 'bout happiness
Not for rain, rain, rain
Grass would always be greener on other sides
It hurts but I found the truth in your lies (Truth in your lies!)
Every time you carvin' me deeper
My scars gon' look sweeter
If not for pain (Pain!)
I would know nothin' 'bout happiness
Not for rain, rain, rain (Rain, rain, rain)
Grass would always be greener on other sides
It hurts but I found the truth in your lies (Truth in your lies!)
Every time you carvin' me deeper
My scars gon' look sweeter
My scars gon' look sweeter
C-C-Carvin' me deeper
My scars gon' look sweeter
Talk That Shit lyrics - Trippie Redd (feat. Nel-Denarro)
Yeah, huh, Big 14 bitch
Yeah, hey
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, ayy
First off, I can't trust a bitch
Break a bitch down like a mother fuckin' brick (like a brick, yeah)
I can paint a picture with my mother fuckin' wrist
Johnny Dang did my grills, I ain't talkin' with a lisp
It's Big 14, little bitch come take a flick (take a pic, bitch)
Catch yo' bitch suckin', swallowin' my fuckin' dick (on my dick)
Water on my body got a nigga seasick (ha)
Blowin' all this dope, it got me fuckin' seein' shit
Talk down on the gang, you get killed fo' sure though (boom, boom, boom)
Turn your whole gang extinct, bitch, like a dodo
I don't fuck with twelve, I can't get caught up with popo
Or imma do the dash and hit they ass with this .44 (woah, woah, woah, yeah)
I like to talk that shit, like to talk that shit
Only difference 'bout me is I will walk that shit
Like to talk that shit, like to talk that shit
Only difference 'bout me is imma walk that shit
I just copped new Mason Margiela
Known to make it rain so I use my Wraith umbrella
Hangin' with the OGs and some dope sellers
And we in too deep, nothing you can tell us
Draco hit 'em up, fill a nigga up with lead
Shoot a nigga in his head, 'til he dead, 'cause this beam is infrared
Like a teddy bear that talk, try me bitch, bitch I'm Ted
Play with shooters, they gon' do you, I'm a nightmare, yeah
Freddy Krueger, uh, yeah
I like to walk that, and I talk that
Man I walk that, and I talk that
(Ay, walk it like I talk it, walk it like I talk it)
Said I walk stacks, and I tote racks, and I tote- (bitch, bitch)
I like to talk that shit, like to talk that shit
Only difference 'bout me is I will walk that shit
Like to talk that shit, like to talk that shit
Only difference 'bout me is imma walk that shit
Yeah
Tell Me U Luv Me lyrics - Juice WRLD & Trippie Redd
[Trippie Redd:]
Tell me you love me, tell me everything gon' be okay
Tell me you love me, tell me you love me and you gon' stay
Tell me you love me, tell me you love me, won't go nowhere
Tell me you love me, tell me you love me
[Juice WRLD:]
Bitch, I'm a druggie, so can you hide my drugs from me?
And when I get lonely, can you be my company?
Drugs to the brain, swervin' inside of a Benz truck
I cannot stay in my lane, um, yes, I got you in my brain, duh
Um, you can't hide, you can't run, um, we're forever in love
Um, if you leave there'd be torment, torment, torment, torment
Don't run from me, you can't have it any other way
It's me or no one
If you leave, I'll take your life away like you were no one
So tell me you love me, tell me you love me
Tell me it'll be okay (Tell me it'll be okay, tell me it'll be okay)
[Trippie Redd:]
Tell me you love me, tell me everything gon' be okay
Tell me you love me, tell me you love me and you gon' stay
Tell me you love me, tell me you love me, won't go nowhere
Tell me you love me, tell me you love me
[Juice WRLD:]
Heart on my sleeve, ball with it like a throwback
Mind in the clouds, I will never ever come back home
You fightin' through a text, using all caps
Fuck this, screw that, you saying to send you back home
Well baby girl, I don't want to do that
It's true that you the only home I know
Without you, all it ever does is snow
My voice too deep for a average ho
Babe, welcome to my world, dark and confusin'
Get lost in it often, the same way I'm lost in you
And it's often my mind that I'm losin'
See half of it stuck in a pill bottle, high and confused
Don't even know what the fuck I be doin'
Pray everyday that I'm far from a nuisance
Tryna figure out how to live with the blueprints
To give you the heart out my chest 'cause I know that it's true
I know that it's true (I know that it's true), I know that (I know that)
To give you the heart out my chest because I know that it's true
So tell me you love me (Tell me you love me), tell me you love me (Tell me you love me)
Tell me you love me (Tell me you love me)
[Trippie Redd:]
Tell me you love me, tell me everything gon' be okay
Tell me you love me, tell me you love me and you gon' stay
Tell me you love me, tell me you love me, won't go nowhere
Tell me you love me, tell me you love me
Tell me you love me, tell me everything gon' be okay
Tell me you love me, tell me you love me and you gon' stay
Tell me you love me, tell me you love me, won't go nowhere
Tell me you love me, tell me you love me
The Mob lyrics - YNW Melly, Trippie Redd & YNW BSlime (feat. YNW Bortlen)
[YNW Melly:]
Oh, no, no
Them young niggas still 'quipped with Tommy Guns
Load up a hundred of 'em
Glicks and the K, yeah, we got a hundred of 'em
(EY3ZLOW on the beat)
Glock with a hundred drum
Say you wanna be a don, water the lawn
My diamonds wet like a pond, this is the mob
Them young niggas still 'quipped with them Tommy Guns
Let the grams go, we run up on 'em
Then you know who got clicked with hundred drum
Huh, hundred drums load up the K, we done seen a hundred of 'em
Say you wanna be a don, water the lawn
My diamonds wet like a pond, this is the mob
Them young niggas still 'quipped with them Tommy Guns
Let the grams go, we run up on 'em
Then you know who got clicked with hundred drum
Huh, hundred drums load up the K, we done seen a hundred of 'em
This is the mob, this is the mob
Fuckin' with the mob, you gon' get hit with them Glock
We got them chops, we tryna shoot with a chop
Jump that lil' bitch in the gang, now pussy, welcome to the mob
[YNW BSlime:]
Yeah, I spent a rack at Saks, because I wanted that
You tryna front your move, and you become a pack
Woah, killers all around the globe
If you want smoke, let me know
My whodie down to up the score tonight
Diamonds shine, they VVS, you can never see me
She wanna get freaky, told her "Don't come near me"
Rollie that's my timepiece, but I can't get back that time G
Wish I could rewind G, spend time with the guys, please
[YNW Bortlen:]
I'm fighting demons (Yeah, yeah)
Keep totin' .556, .30, big sticks (Yeah, yeah)
Dirty stick that won't play, shoot 'em all, that stain (Yeah)
And we dirty dancin' (Yeah)
Lil' bitch walkin' 'round here prancin', put that boy for ransom
Yeah, it's my time, rata-tata (Uh), all black like Soprano
Young nigga built like a man though (Like a man)
We the mob but we don't got no loud though
And you know we dripped in all black like them Mike and Ksubis
[YNW Melly:]
Say you wanna be a don, water the lawn
My diamonds wet like a pond, this is the mob
Them young niggas still 'quipped with them Tommy Guns
Let the grams go, we run up on 'em
Then you know who got clicked with hundred drum
Huh, hundred drums load up the K, we done seen a hundred of 'em
Say you wanna be a don, water the lawn
My diamonds wet like a pond, this is the mob
Them young niggas still 'quipped with them Tommy Guns
Let the grams go, we run up on 'em
Then you know who got clicked with hundred drum
Huh, hundred drums load up the K, we done seen a hundred of 'em
This is the mob, this is the mob
Fuckin' with the mob, you gon' get hit with them Glock
We got them chops, we tryna shoot with a chop
Jump that lil' bitch in the gang, now pussy, welcome to the mob
[Trippie Redd:]
I'm with the mob today (Mob, yeah, yeah)
Take a trip in the dawn today (The mob, yeah)
Pop a Perc', I can't conversate (Okay)
Boy, shut up and do what your mama say (Okay)
Bitch, shut up and do what this llama say (Yeah), ah
Don't want no drama, ayy (Bitch)
You'll be a goner, ayy
.30 gon' bust with no condom, ayy
I'm tellin' you dawg, keepin' it real
Say you got pints and I hope it ain't sealed
Say you got ice, but them diamonds ain't real
Niggas front with the bags, still in the field
I was shootin' no mask, do me a drill
Life of anime, Kill la Kill
FN, keep a Galil, turn a quarter milly to an M (Yeah)
OB, take these drugs I OD, fuck you and your OG
A big dollar homie
Yeah, time to know me, I'm inside, you know me
That bitch bad with some class she gon' get a detention
Bitch, you know I'm the best, ain't no honorable mention (Yeah)
[YNW Melly:]
Say you wanna be a don, water the lawn
My diamonds wet like a pond, this is the mob
Them young niggas still 'quipped with them Tommy Guns
Let the grams go, we run up on 'em
Then you know who got clicked with hundred drum
Huh, hundred drums load up the K, we done seen a hundred of 'em
Say you wanna be a don, water the lawn
My diamonds wet like a pond, this is the mob
Them young niggas still 'quipped with them Tommy Guns
Let the grams go, we run up on 'em
Then you know who got clicked with hundred drum
Huh, hundred drums load up the K, we done seen a hundred of 'em
This is the mob, this is the mob
Fuckin' with the mob, you gon' get hit with them Glock
We got them chops, we tryna shoot with a chop
Jump that lil' bitch in the gang, now pussy, welcome to the mob
Time To Die lyrics - Trippie Redd (feat. FreeMoney800)
[Trippie Redd:]
They just mad because my time difference
The fact that I'm getting dough and I ride different
The fact that I'm fucking glowed and my prime different
I am not fucking with you blood, I size different
Yeah, take a bitch to the Barbados
I told that little hoe, bitch I'm a God like Kratos
Yeah, I built you up like some Legos
Yeah, better yet I sculpt you like some play-dough
Better do what I say or my say so
Lil' bitch 'cause I'm worried bout my Pesos
I been stunting hard, lil nigga got a bankroll
In and out of foreign cars, I'm in a Range Rover
I got my Wraith umbrella, they throwing shade over
I sip this bottle 'til the bottle got a hangover
Paint your face with this chopper that's a makeover
I'm still totin' that shit that they throw gang over, yeah
You let shit slide that we will bang over
I give that bitch Trippie's dick and she go insane over it
The type of bitch riding round and she blowing brain for it
I'm like get out of the country, everything gon' be foreign
You boring, while I'm round touring
You big gutta but I'm big scoring
Up like a big eagle, bitch I'm soaring
Bitch bring the motherfucking chorus back in
They just mad because my time difference
The fact that I'm getting dough and I ride different
The fact that I'm fucking glowed and my prime different
I am not fucking with you blood, I size different
Yeah, take a bitch to the Barbados
I told that little hoe, bitch I'm a God like Kratos
Yeah, I built you up like some legos
Yeah, better yet I sculpt you like some play-dough
Better do what I say or my say so
Lil' bitch 'cause I'm worried bout my Pesos
I been stunting hard, lil nigga got a bankroll
In and out of foreign cars, I'm in a Range Rover
[FreeMoney800:]
Yeah, on the road to riches, dodging feds like potholes
Had to get it off my wrist, with pyrex and them hot stoves
Meeting with my migos he just dropped off a hot load
Almost got gangrene in my arm cause my watch froze
Pitching underhand ounces will work like softballs
.40 in my hand shoot sideways like I'm O-Dog
Cranking harder than a Jamaican down in the Newton zone
Sack after sack we sat down 'til the bag gone
Speaking on the gang might lead to an early exit
Bitch we tied got mob ties down in Texas, weird flex but okay
Fifty pounds on the way, it ain't no magic trick I make him disappear today
This 800
[Trippie Redd:]
They just mad because my time difference
The fact that I'm getting dough and I ride different
The fact that I'm fucking glowed and my prime different
I am not fucking with you blood, I size different
Yeah, take a bitch to the Barbados
I told that little hoe, bitch I'm a God like Kratos
Yeah, I built you up like some Legos
Yeah, better yet I sculpt you like some play-dough
Better do what I say or my say so
Lil' bitch 'cause I'm worried bout my Pesos
I been stunting hard, lil nigga got a bankroll
In and out of foreign cars, I'm in a Range Rover
Trappin lyrics - Trippie Redd & Famous Dex
[Trippie Redd & Famous Dex:]
100 on the beat
Trappin trappin trappin yuh
Red Drum on da beath
Like I ain't fucked with these rapper ass niggas you know what I'm sayin'
Trippie Redd, we ain't fucking with these rappers
Yuh, we 14 bitch
Dexter
[Famous Dex:]
Trappin I'm trappin I'm trappin I'm trappin
Can't fuck with him he a rapper
I got lil niggas to clap ya
Wrap that boy up like a napkin
You know I don't fuck with no birds
Diamonds reset off the curve
Hop in that lamb and I swerve
Look at yo hood you as thick as the purge
[Trippie Redd:]
Trappin and trappin get served
I'm known for moving the work
Out the mud out the dirt
Made it straight off the porch
Now I'm hoppin in a porsche
Money build me a fort
Loaded clip get hit
Lil nigga you a bitch
I got these diamonds dancin on me you can see em all this ice yeah
Young wild boys in the park at night yeah
Bottles of champagne got a nigga feelin right yeah
Took a lot of time to live this trapstar life yeah
[Famous Dex:]
Trappin I'm trappin I'm trappin I'm trappin
Can't fuck with him he a rapper
I got lil niggas to clap ya
Wrap that boy up like a napkin
You know I don't fuck with no birds
Diamonds reset off the curve
Hop in that lamb and I swerve
Look at yo hood you as thick as the purge
Dexter
Uh Oh, Thots! lyrics - Trippie Redd (feat. XXXTENTACION)
[Trippie Redd:]
Ah, ooh, I hit the bitch from the back and she like "ah, ooh" ayy
Hold up, baby, ah, ooh
I hit the bitch from the back and she like "ah, ooh" ayy
Hold up, baby, ah, ooh
I hit the bitch from the back and she like "ah, ooh" ayy
Hold up, baby, ah, ooh
I hit the bitch from the back and she like "ah, ooh" ayy
14 hundred gang, bitch, I keep me some shooters
My chain shine hard like your mama medulla
I'm stoned up in the club, bitch, I feel like Medusa
You talk down, yeah, pussy boy I'ma shoot ya
I'm a guerilla, ayy
Yeah, big bank, I'm about my skrilla, ayy
Yeah I'm gettin' all this money, big drug dealer, ayy
Trippie Redd, bands on me with the feelin', ayy
Oh yeah, bitch, I'm early and a villain, ayy
Huh, yeah, all the money
Throwin' all the money
Throwin' all the hundreds, yeah
Throwin' all the money
Throwin' all the hundreds, yeah
Hold up, baby, ah, ooh
I hit the bitch from the back and she like "ah, ooh" ayy
Hold up, baby, ah, ooh
I hit the bitch from the back and she like "ah, ooh" ayy
Hold up, baby, ah, ooh
I hit the bitch from the back and she like "ah, ooh" ayy
Hold up, baby, ah, ooh
I hit the bitch from the back and she like "ah, ooh" ayy
[XXXTENTACION:]
Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay
Criss-cross, applesauce
Ride up on my croggy, uh
Eat the blade, no Rick Ross
I got some ape, no Harambe, uh
Nobody sayin', that she sayin'
She wanna tuck my denim
If you think that X is broke
Then look at my motherfucking banknote
Okay like, are you okay Annie?
In a phantom like I'm Danny, huh
I'm tryna fuck your granny
Tryna get dagger dick in her panties
Said she really wanna touch Eem body
But I just want brain like a nerd, rocka
Shout-out to 333rd
I'm flippin' the bird, this bird is the word, huh
[Trippie Redd:]
14 hundred gang, bitch, I keep me some shooters
My chain shine hard like your mama medulla
I'm stoned up in the club, bitch, I feel like Medusa
You talk down yeah, pussy boy I'ma shoot ya
I'm a guerilla, ayy
Yeah, big bang, I'm about my skrilla, ayy
Yeah I'm gettin' all this money, big drug dealer, ayy
Trippie Redd, bands on me with the feelin', ayy
Oh yeah, bitch, I'm early and a villain, ayy
Huh, yeah, all the money
Throwin' all the money
Throwin' all the hundreds, yeah
Throwin' all the money
Throwin' all the hundreds, yeah
Hold up, baby, ah, ooh
I hit the bitch from the back and she like "ah, ooh" ayy
Hold up, baby, ah, ooh
I hit the bitch from the back and she like "ah, ooh" ayy
Hold up, baby, ah, ooh
I hit the bitch from the back and she like "ah, ooh" ayy
Hold up, baby, ah ooh
I hit the bitch from the back and she like "ah, ooh" ayy
Throwin' all the hundreds
Throwin' all the money
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