[Verse: Trippie Redd, Zelly Ocho & K Suave]
Yeah, fuck your money, fuck your fame, we are not the same
Yeah, that's my brother, that's my blood, man, we all the same
Yeah, the first nigga act out of line, he gon' get hit close range
Yeah, Red Dead Redemption, I pull out that .30 and aim for the brain (Bah)
We in a Rari, we in a Bentley, we in a whole different lane
Yeah, hit the bitch once, she callin' back, I don't even know the ho name
Shе wanna kick it, I'm not with that, I sent that ho straight on a plane
Yeah, wе gettin' fly, we gettin' high, I'm in the sky like a crane
She let me hit, she think I'm famous, she do not fuck with no lames (Woo)
I'm a dark knight, but when I'm with gang, they say that I'm more like Bane (Yeah)
Play with the gang, you know that they knockin' off brains (Brains)
We still in the block, we go hard in the paint
I stay with my Glock, you get hit on the face
[Verse 2: Trippie Redd]
I'm King of the Hill, I feel like Hank
Purple Glocky like a saint
He slid in a Honda, I slide in a tank
He not with the gang, he don't got a rank
I'm walkin' around with the motherfuckin' bank (Bag)
Smokin' on gas, smokin' on dank (Bitch)
Blowin' a bag, givin' her faith
Put on my mask, too much hate
Pull up with chops, now my opps in a lake
Got some cops in the block, now we hoppin' a gate
We from 800 block where the opps do not hang
We from 800 block where the opps do not bang
Yeah, fuck your money, fuck your fame, we are not the same
Yeah, that's my brother, that's my blood, man, we all the same
Yeah, the first nigga act out of line, he gon' get hit close range
Yeah, Red Dead Redemption, I pull out that .30 and aim for the brain (Bah)
We in a Rari, we in a Bentley, we in a whole different lane
Yeah, hit the bitch once, she callin' back, I don't even know the ho name
Shе wanna kick it, I'm not with that, I sent that ho straight on a plane
Yeah, wе gettin' fly, we gettin' high, I'm in the sky like a crane
She let me hit, she think I'm famous, she do not fuck with no lames (Woo)
I'm a dark knight, but when I'm with gang, they say that I'm more like Bane (Yeah)
Play with the gang, you know that they knockin' off brains (Brains)
We still in the block, we go hard in the paint
I stay with my Glock, you get hit on the face
[Verse 2: Trippie Redd]
I'm King of the Hill, I feel like Hank
Purple Glocky like a saint
He slid in a Honda, I slide in a tank
He not with the gang, he don't got a rank
I'm walkin' around with the motherfuckin' bank (Bag)
Smokin' on gas, smokin' on dank (Bitch)
Blowin' a bag, givin' her faith
Put on my mask, too much hate
Pull up with chops, now my opps in a lake
Got some cops in the block, now we hoppin' a gate
We from 800 block where the opps do not hang
We from 800 block where the opps do not bang
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