[Intro]
(Je t'aime, Trippie Redd)
(I'm shy, oh my God)
(This is a certified hood classic)
[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
No face, no case, so my homie wear a mask
Keep a chopper on his waist, he'll draw that bitch fast
Get the fuck up out my face if you ain't talkin' 'bout cash
Big deal, I'm a titan and these niggas wanna clash
We'll run up to your door and dash
Boy, we keep the choppers, we get busy
Most turnt nigga in the bity
Know we keep it litty like a titty
This bitch high as hell, hit the whippet can until she get dizzy
[Verse 1: Trippie Redd]
I need three hundred K in every damn city
Twenty thousand people every night and yes, bitch, I brought the gang with mе
Pussy shot the bus up, but he missed mе
They was mad they homeboy ran down and got a smooth buck fifty
If I buck, then the gang buck with me
VVS the gang, baby, yeah, fuck with me
Send a couple shots and see what's up with me
Damn, I see the opps, I'ma shoot, bae, duck with me
And it's in her purse, she slidin' too, she clutch with me
If the cops pull me over, then she put it in her kitty
Walkin' through my hood with a drum, it hold like fifty
5.56 for them niggas bein' dumb, no kizzy
Off a Percocet, got my mind dancin' like Shiggy
The big boss, no Rick Ross, bitch, more like Biggie
I been puffin' on this gas, got me feelin' like Diddy
Catch an opp, walk 'em down, then hit the damn Griddy
(Je t'aime, Trippie Redd)
(I'm shy, oh my God)
(This is a certified hood classic)
[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
No face, no case, so my homie wear a mask
Keep a chopper on his waist, he'll draw that bitch fast
Get the fuck up out my face if you ain't talkin' 'bout cash
Big deal, I'm a titan and these niggas wanna clash
We'll run up to your door and dash
Boy, we keep the choppers, we get busy
Most turnt nigga in the bity
Know we keep it litty like a titty
This bitch high as hell, hit the whippet can until she get dizzy
[Verse 1: Trippie Redd]
I need three hundred K in every damn city
Twenty thousand people every night and yes, bitch, I brought the gang with mе
Pussy shot the bus up, but he missed mе
They was mad they homeboy ran down and got a smooth buck fifty
If I buck, then the gang buck with me
VVS the gang, baby, yeah, fuck with me
Send a couple shots and see what's up with me
Damn, I see the opps, I'ma shoot, bae, duck with me
And it's in her purse, she slidin' too, she clutch with me
If the cops pull me over, then she put it in her kitty
Walkin' through my hood with a drum, it hold like fifty
5.56 for them niggas bein' dumb, no kizzy
Off a Percocet, got my mind dancin' like Shiggy
The big boss, no Rick Ross, bitch, more like Biggie
I been puffin' on this gas, got me feelin' like Diddy
Catch an opp, walk 'em down, then hit the damn Griddy
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