Not Ordinary Trippie Redd (Ft. Chris King)

[Intro: Trippie Redd]
No ([?])
No (Uh, uh, uh, uh), yeah

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
I'm the one, I'm not your ordinary, ordinary
I've been runnin', baby, come and get me, come and get me (Yeah, yeah)
Sendin' shots I send some back in, you comin' with me
[?] hundreds, fifties, hundreds, fifties (Yeah, yeah)

[Verse 1: Chris King]
I feel like I'm [?], with this money, don't know how to act
Keep money, drugs, and a strap
Smokin' dumb 'til my lungs attach
I hustle though all of the crevices, cracks, yeah
In the crib, [?] that's where I stash grams
Police could catch on the dashcam
Like Muhammad Ali, I'm a bad man
[?] on my Rollie, [?]
Every [?] gotta exfoliate
Just remind me that we can so [?]
Rеmind me how much money you make
[?] goin' our way
I'ma drivе it, girl, don't you hate
Poppin' percs, I like my [?]
Changin' colors inside my Benz