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
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
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?
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