Uh Uh (Hit Em With The) lyrics - Trippie Redd

(Let's go, Mario)

Uh, uh, yeah, huh

Uh, uh, yeah

Uh, uh

Made it out my mammy house (Uh, uh)

I got money, what they talkin' 'bout? (Uh, uh)

If it's a problem then we solve it now (Uh, uh)

Yellow tape 'em, they gon' chalk 'em down (Uh, uh)

Yeah (Uh, uh, hit 'em with it)

Hit 'em with the uh (Uh, uh, hit 'em with it)

Hit 'em with the uh (Uh, uh, hit 'em with it)

Hit 'em with the uh (Uh, uh, hit 'em with it)

Told that bitch, "Hop on dick and go psych" (Woo)

Drip down in more designer, I was broke all my life (Hey)

Seen it comin' like a spider, caught it with all my eyes (Woah)

Wanna have a good time, it's always a trip at night, ah (Uh, uh)

We be posted where them dope boys at (Bah, in the trap)

From the trenches where you know you bust at me, I'm bussin' back (Gang, bah)

You won't see me in the club unless I got my strap

Throw me in the jungle, bet a real nigga gonna die (Yeah)

Made it out my mammy house (Uh, uh)

I got money, what they talkin' 'bout? (Uh, uh)

If it's a problem then we solve it now (Uh, uh)

Yellow tape 'em, they gon' chalk 'em down (Uh, uh)

Yeah (Uh, uh, hit 'em with it)

Hit 'em with the uh (Uh, uh, hit 'em with it)

Hit 'em with the uh (Uh, uh, hit 'em with it)

Hit 'em with the uh (Uh, uh, hit 'em with it)

V14D lyrics - Zelly Ocho & Trippie Redd

Yeah, chop the cheese up like a deli (Yeah)

We got choppas, we got shellies, man

I'm high as fuck like Zelly, woah (Loesoe goin' crazy)

Yeah, we got money but we look sketchy (Yo)

Let's go, yeah, let's get ready

I had money before you met me (Yeah, yeah)

Yeah, pockets swole, they fuckin' hefty

Told her, "Lick my left teste"

Diamonds colored like confetti (Yeah)

VLAD, what Trippie say no fetti

Turn that money into my bestie

They got turned, thought I was deadly

Yeah, she think I'm God, she said, "Come bless me"

I'm the shit, I know I'm zesty, big dog, you can't pet me (Arf, Pint)

Hey, they puttin' bullets where your flesh be

I get high, I got jet wings, I go up, I take the whole team

Holding shit down like a goalie

I been stackin' with my twin, niggas hatin', Mr. Moseby

Kept the choppa by my side, man, you niggas couldn't hoe me

Got a hundred and one problems but, lil' nigga, I ain't Zoey (Yeah)

Walkin' through my hood, all the OG's know me (Grrah)

Got a mansion in the hills, man, tell them crackers "Blow me"

Bought a mansion in the hills, I used to sit up in the nosebleeds (Hey)

Kill his best friend, now he lonely (Hahaha)

Real niggas die, fake lit, that's how the code be (Yeah)

You know I'm just blowin' through a bag with my brodie

You know I'm just chillin' in my fuckin' bag, I'm gettin' cozy

Blueberry Faygo with some Act', but I ain't Mosey

Chillin' with your bitch playin' Ring Around The Rosie

Yeah, I'm only 22 but I ain't leave without my .40

I'm a dark nigga how Edgar Allen Poe be

When I be feelin' blue like Obi-Wan Kenobi

And I'm stackin' green like muhfuckin' Yoda

You niggas rep the gang, lil' nigga, better throw it up

Throw the bitch away, she a lame and she chose up

In the trenches watchin' anime with a damn double cup

Got these niggas mad as fuck 'cause she chose us (Hey, yeah, they mad)

I got money on my line, still hang my phone up

Yeah, how the fuck I'm gettin' to this green? I didn't have no luck

We gon' have to blow his mind, I think he know stuff, yeah

I used to have that bitch, but she chose drugs

I let her sip my soda (Yeah)

Sometimes I feel like she don't want love

You know it's fuck the opps, I treat 'em like they no one

Trippie Redd other songs:

 

Way Back lyrics - Skrillex, PinkPantheress & Trippie Redd

(Call my brother Oomp)

Coming from the cracks and the crevices (Crevices)

Lookin' for a way back home (Way back home, ooh)

Bae, I need your lovin', it's my medicine (Medicine)

Lookin' for a way back home (I feel like I'm fuckin' talking to myself, way back)

Today, I really got to know my feelings very well

When someone mentions love, it's gotta do with you (Hey)

It's just a Sunday night, I'm 'round at my address

You need to give me time for me to look my part

It stuck out to me just when you knew who you are

You start to look around the place and then things fall apart

If I walk out my house, the more you still feel, listening (Way back)

'Cause I came to tell you

I just walked ten miles and every stop along my journey

I had wished that you might follow

You were never there behind me

I've got five minutes to cuff you, and I'm still waitin' here for you

When you enter out the shadows

We can find our way together, maybe (Hey)

Coming from the cracks and the crevices (Crevices)

Lookin' for a way back home (Home, heart of gold, way back)

I swear to God, you got angel wings, you're heaven sent (Heaven sent)

Lookin' for a way back home (Lookin' for a way back home, where are you?)

(Way back)

(I'm so glad to meet, just when you know who you are, are, are, are, are, are)

Lookin' for a way back home

(Lookin' for a way back home)

Woosh

Whats My Name? lyrics - Trippie Redd

Yeah, she say my name, yeah, she say my name

Beat her from the back, man can tell, yeah, she say my name

Beat her from the back, that's no cap, yeah, she say my name

Hit her from the back, that's a wrap, yeah, she say my name

Yeah, she say my name, yeah, she say my name

My name, my name, my name, my name

Yeah, my name, my name, my name

Yeah, my name, my name, my name, yeah, yeah

I bet the neighbors know my name

I came on her brain

Sure, that shit no cap, for a fact

I be on her brain

She know she my slatt, you get whacked, yeah, she gonna bang

For me, for me yeah

Swervin' in this Rover, I'm a soldier, lucky like a four leaf clover

Blowin' all this dope, bitch you don't een' know the odor

She just wanna fuck me, baby love me, keep me closer

Yeah, she say my name, yeah, she say my name

Beat her from the back, man can tell, yeah, she say my name

Beat her from the back, that's no cap, yeah, she say my name

Hit her from the back, that's a wrap, yeah, she say my name

Yeah, she say my name, yeah, she say my name

My name, my name, my name, my name

Yeah, my name, my name, my name

Yeah, my name, my name, my name, yeah, yeah

Who Run It (G Herbo Remix) lyrics - Trippie Redd & Lil Yachty

[Trippie Redd (Lil Yachty):]

(Yeah, huh, yeah, huh, yeah)

Huh, Big 14 Bitch

(1400 yeah, 1400 yeah, 800 yeah)

1400/800 lil' nigga, flexin' paper nigga

You know what the fuck goin' on

(Yeah), ayy, hold on, ayy

[Trippie Redd:]

Real niggas live by the code

Catch a nigga lack on my fuckin' bros

I don't fuck with opps, all y'all niggas' hoes

Met a few of 'em, y'all could get exposed

With my nigga too, head off the pole

Put it to your nose, leave your body froze

Do a trill, catch another body though

Like, that's my fuckin' hobby, yo

I'm a real nigga, in the field witcha, doin' trill witcha

All my lil' niggas keep it trill, pop a couple pills witcha

Big Trippie keep it real witcha

I'm a real nigga, in the field witcha, doin' trill witcha

All my lil' niggas keep it trill, pop a couple pills witcha

Big Trippie keep it real witcha

Lil' nigga let them lullas fly, leave a young nigga so traumatized

Totin' gats jit, all my niggas ride

Don't make me make another mama cry

Doin' trill, catch another homicide

Fix your face, nigga, you got butterflies?

Chopper at your throat and you afraid to die

Big 14, fuck the other side

Jugg, jugg, got all this jewelry

Man, this shit ain't new to me

Your bitch new to you, she ain't new to me

I ain't really with the fucking foolery

Glistenin' in these fucking diamonds

Bad bitch and I'm fucking shining

I got a bad bitch from the fucking islands

Taking trips to the fucking islands

Guess these guys don't realize

When they talking fly, man it's suicide

Don't talk, do a nigga do or die

Nobody else, nigga, you and I

Big chopper, I'ma let the bullets fly

That red dot right between your eyes

I don't play, pussy, wish a nigga try

'Cause that'd be the night niggas die

Niggas act like I ain't G.O.A.T. or somethin'

Take a trip, go chill with the bros or somethin'

Call a few bitches, chill with some hoes or somethin'

Niggas be flexin', they bold or somethin'

They don't want that war, go home or somethin'

Internet flexin' with the phone or somethin'

You a lil' pup, nigga, fetch a bone or somethin'

Niggas male strippers when them poles bummin'

[Trippie Redd (Lil Yachty):]

Gang (uh), gang (uh), huh, gang (uh)

1400 gang (yuh), 800 gang (yuh)

1400 gang (yuh), 800 gang (yuh)

Lil' nigga talkin' down, we gon' snatch his chain (yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh)

[Lil Yachty:]

Hold on (Lil Boat)

Ayy, who you think you ahead of? Not us (uh)

And these niggas they mad 'cause I'm richer than them

Stay ganged up, I ain't clickin' with them

You can get shot, Terry Richardson them

Nigga, I ball like the Pistons and them (uh)

Fuck around, you come up missin' like them (yeah)

You the type run to the sheriff (ha)

Act like you hard and you careless (yeah)

Nigga, I'm a real ass nigga, ain't fake a nigga

Free my big brother out the prison cell (woo)

QC and P told 'em, "Give 'em hell"

Ridin' 'round in a Maybach with my nigga Pellz

Glock out, running we empty 12

Bitch on my dick, that's a love spell (yeah)

Bitch with the shits, call her Annabelle (yeah)

If they won't call, I don't gotta yell (yeah)

Hundreds so crisp like a pack of kettles

Fuckin' her jewels with my nigga Jack

Crotched up, all of my brothers sack (yep)

Gotta run up them Ricky Racks (yep)

In the safe in the real, we gotta hella plaques (yep)

Got more plaques on my wall than your brother teeth (facts)

Boy, you young, where your Similac?

Buyin' whips, yeah, we into that (yep)

Fuckin' hoes, yeah, we into that (yep)

Loving hoes, yeah, no nigga

Got a .223 inside the Hellcat (doot-doot)

Keep it all in the pack, huh

Hundred niggas in your section

Hmm, where the hoes? Nigga, that's weird (pussy, pussy)

Cop a new Lamb, cop a new 'Rari

Just to go and switch gears (skrt)

Burn out, burn out

Every time we turn out, make a big scene (yeah)

2K, 3K, 4K, 5K, spent it on my new jeans (skrt skrt skrt)

Gave big bro twenty-seven racks for his birthday, the world made a scene (facts)

Y'all don't even know how a nigga live

Spend twenty racks like two bands (facts)

Uh, came with the sticks like they hunting nigga

Throwing gang signs, call it taunting nigga

Can't nobody at QC get punked, nigga

What is a one-on-one, nigga? We jumpin' niggas

We got the strap, nigga, fuck it, we stompin' niggas

I'm just as rich as your favorite rapper, nigga, might be richer (yeah)

Hit the pent like I'm Derek Fisher

Fuck the bitch right, then I kiss her

Ride around town, you the one who licked her (ew)

Ha, real player like my pops (pops)

Thirty round in my Glock (doot-doot-doot)

We run it, not opps (ha)

Ten toes on my sole, niggas wouldn't double dare to cross the big Boat (yeah)

Last year, I was 19, had 300K inside a Kith coat (yeah)

Pull up deep, wide body nigga

Feel like Jeremy Shockey, cold as Minnesota (hoo)

Bought my moms a Rover but I ain't BlocBoy (skrt)

But I do keep a Glock for opp boys (doot-doot-doot)

[Lil Yachty (Trippie Redd):]

Lil Boat (who else?)

14

Gang

Woah Woah Woah/Crash Bandicoot And Chill lyrics - Trippie Redd (feat. Bali Baby)

[Trippie Redd:]

Bitch

Haha

Big 14, know what the fuck going on

Ayyyyy

(I love Trippie Redd)

Woah Woah, Woah

Woah Woah, Woah

Woah Woah, Woah

Woah Woah, Woah

Woah Woah, Woah

Woah Woah, Woah

Yeah

Wake up fuck your bitch before I pee ('fore I piss)

Wash my fucken hands and brush my teeth (brush my teeth)

Side arm bitch you know thats right on me (right on me)

Red rag tied around my neck, bitch, ooh

VVS them diamonds in my necklace

In the mirror yo bitch got my other necklace

It ain't nothing just to flex, bitch

Spend about 100k on my neck, bitch

Yea, ooh, that's a bet, bitch

Boolin' in the back with a TEC, bitch

Trippie Redd not the one to mess with

Unless a nigga really, really want death quick

Ooh, bet you racing to that TEC, bitch

Boolin' with the birds, not the one to peck with

Tryna play your cards see right through your deck, bitch

1400 gang put that on the set, bitch

Woah Woah, Woah

Woah Woah, Woah

Woah Woah, Woah

Woah Woah, Woah

Woah Woah, Woah

Woah Woah, Woah

Yeah

Wake up fuck your bitch before I pee ('fore I piss)

Wash my fucken hands and brush my teeth (brush my teeth)

Side arm bitch you know thats right on me (right on me)

Red rag tied around my neck, bitch, ooh

VVS them diamonds in my necklace

In the mirror yo bitch got my other necklace

It ain't nothing just to flex, bitch

Spend about 100k on my neck, bitch

[Bali Baby:]

Woah, yeah

She can't play me I'm a player (you can't play me I'm a player)

When I step up they gon' stare (they gon' stare)

Please don't try me, please don't dare

Got her pulling on my hair

Fuck them niggas, I don't care

Woah, yeah

Diamonds dripping on my neck, bitch (diamonds dripping on my neck bitch)

Told that nigga he get left quick (nigga, he get left quick)

And I tell him I need checks, bitch (I tell him I need checks)

And you can't check shit

I need a check bitch

This shit get hectic

Woah, yeah (woah)

You can't play me I'm a player

And I tell him I don't care

[Trippie Redd & Bali Baby:]

Woah Woah, Woah

Woah Woah, Woah

Woah Woah, Woah

Woah Woah, Woah

Woah Woah, Woah

Woah Woah, Woah

Yeah

Wake up fuck your bitch before I pee ('fore I piss)

Wash my fucken hands and brush my teeth (brush my teeth)

Side arm bitch you know thats right on me (right on me)

Red rag tied around my neck, bitch, ooh

VVS them diamonds in my necklace

In the mirror yo bitch got my other necklace

It ain't nothing just to flex, bitch

Spend about 100k on my neck, bitch

XXL Freshman 2018 - Trippie Redd Freestyle lyrics - Trippie Redd

Uh, take a vivid picture, no photos

Implement that shit in to your mind just so you know though

Sucker free living, I'm a say that that's the motto

So for any nigga on that sucker shit, I'm no hoe, bro

Might just have to drop a bomb, Han Solo

Got me bicken back being bool, Quasimodo

All about my paper, got to get my fucking dough, hoe

Always on the fucking go go, you a bitch like Tony Romo

Niggas came around, now they extinct like Dodos

Meanwhile I'm in New York fucking up SoHo

Just bagged a new chick, Caroline, nicknamed Coco

Took her to the telly, now little baby going loco

She just give me face, ain't no fucking, that's a no no

And she going thirty early, dirty no soap though

I laugh at the haters, everything they say a joke though

And I'm screaming "Fuck 12," all these foul ass po-po

Yeah, uh, but nowadays I really miss my fucking idols

So that's the title, I grab a bible, pray for my rivals

Dead on arrival, I swear this shit to me like a cycle

Bodies in piles, blood rivers resemble Niles

They need survival, they need to rehearse a recital

I just sit back and listen to Lil Wayne songs and

Get dome from a bitch while I brainstorm

And spit flames while also making it rain, storm

You see, I can't ignore, and you niggas don't see it's in your brain

And snore, and you sleep on me until you can't no more and

Don't fake on me and try to play the boy

I don't know why I feel like nobody loves me

Or why they feel like my intentions something ugly

Or why I feel like everyone needs something from me

Or why I feel like everyone just saying "Fuck me"

Or why I feel like the opposition gon' bust me

If I gave you my heart, would you still love me?

Lately, baby I feel like nobody trust me, is it just me?