[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
They just mad because my time difference
The fact that I'm getting dough and I rhyme different
The fact that I'm fucking glowed and my prime different
I am not fucking with you blood, I size different (DJ on the beat so it's a banger)
Yeah, take a bitch to the Barbados
I told that little ho, 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 on my say so
Lil' bitch 'cause I'm worried 'bout my Pesos
I been stunting hard, young nigga got a bankroll
In and out of foreign cars, I'm in a Range Rover

[Verse 1: Trippie Redd]
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'd throw gang over, yeah
You let shit slide that we would 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 like it out of the country, everything on me foreign
You boring, while I'm 'round touring
You big out of bound I'm big scoring
I'm like a big eagle, bitch I'm soaring
Bitch bring the motherfucking chorus back in, yeah
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