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
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