
Real Deal Shit Trippie Redd
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[Chorus]
Real deal shit, choppa with some kick
I just bought a trap, fill that shit with bricks
We been off the map, now we in this bitch
I can't give you dap, I don't even bump fists
All you do is chat, shut up, dumb bitch
Foe'nem grabbed the gat, sent it through the Lyft
Thought that I was cursed, I'm the man of myth
Got what I deserve, now they all sick
[Verse]
Pussy what the word is? Better find your purpose
We get money, bring them birds in
These niggas be chattin', ain't 'bout action, all that bird shit
Bitch, your life a movie, we got clips to close your curtains
You better behave, on foe'nem gravе, you know we murk shit
Yeah, don't you wanna live, boy? Hollow with that SIG, boy
[?], boy
I’m that nigga, I ain’t hollеr at your bitch, boy
Problem? We can hit, boy
Got a choppa and a nic', byo
Ricky from the top to the bottom of the fit, boy
Need a sponsor in this bitch, boy
My wrist look frosted in this bitch, boy (Yeah)
My wrist sickly and nauseous in this bitch, boy
Talk down on the gang, I lay your coffin in this bitch, boy
Real deal shit, choppa with some kick
I just bought a trap, fill that shit with bricks
We been off the map, now we in this bitch
I can't give you dap, I don't even bump fists
All you do is chat, shut up, dumb bitch
Foe'nem grabbed the gat, sent it through the Lyft
Thought that I was cursed, I'm the man of myth
Got what I deserve, now they all sick
[Verse]
Pussy what the word is? Better find your purpose
We get money, bring them birds in
These niggas be chattin', ain't 'bout action, all that bird shit
Bitch, your life a movie, we got clips to close your curtains
You better behave, on foe'nem gravе, you know we murk shit
Yeah, don't you wanna live, boy? Hollow with that SIG, boy
[?], boy
I’m that nigga, I ain’t hollеr at your bitch, boy
Problem? We can hit, boy
Got a choppa and a nic', byo
Ricky from the top to the bottom of the fit, boy
Need a sponsor in this bitch, boy
My wrist look frosted in this bitch, boy (Yeah)
My wrist sickly and nauseous in this bitch, boy
Talk down on the gang, I lay your coffin in this bitch, boy
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