[Intro: Trippie Redd]
Phew, phew (Bah, bah), phew (Bah, bah, bah)
Phew (Bah, bah, bah), phew, phew
[Verse 1: Trippie Redd]
Chillin' in a mansion (Ha)
Crib with expansion
All my diamonds dancin' (Yeah), my crib look like Atlantis
Pull up outstandin', know we livin' lavish (Lavish)
I cannot panic, went and bought a Patek (Patek)
Up like a spaceship, you up like a attic (Attic)
Up my race, like I'm off a Addy
And I keep that fifty too, and I keep like fifty goons (Brrt)
Niggas say I need to stop (Brrt)
I'ma be thuggin at sixty-two (Gang)
Hit that corner, hit that block (Bitch)
My lil' shorty keep that mop (Brrt)
Have my shorty hit your spot (Hit your spot)
Have my shorty drop the dot (Drop the dot)
Hollow tips and red dots (Red dot)
'Rari coupe, red hot (Red hot)
Above the shoulders, headshot (Headshot)
Buck one and two, the feds hot (Feds shot)
Bitch, I'm livin' by the code
I can never bend, break, or fold
These niggas gon' erode (Woo)
Play with me, lil' bitch, and I'ma send you to the Holy Ghost
Got my money up, I'm gettin' cash, I'm yellin', "Holy smokes" (Ha, bitch)
Know you doin' bad, I'll do you sad, leave you like, "Adios" (Baow-baow-baow)
Runnin' up that bag, run up that cash, I'm on my cardio (Cash)
Bentley coupe, vámonos (Boom, bop)
In the trap house (Skrrt), in the kitchen playin' dominos (Yeah)
Bring that 'Cat out, yeah, my engine started growlin', ho (Yeah)
Fuck that lil' bitch, from the side, she got some talent show (She got some talent)
She know that we the best, I don't need not no DJ Khaled, though
I'm surrounded by bodies like I'm chillin' in the catacombs (Haha)
Niggas want me dead, I got thirty and bought me a castle, ho (Yeah)
Bitch, I'm Big 14, I don't eat no damn casserole (Yeah)
Nigga want some smoke with me, that shit would be damn catastrophic
Nigga wanna work with me, then I need all of them profits (Brrt)
Shawty wanna twerk with me, told her, "Turn around and drop it" (Brrt)
You can't do no dirt with me, you gon' write a song about it (Ha)
You gon' write a statement 'bout it (Ha), you gon' tell on everybody
Woke up, put on Calvin Klein, used to rock that Fruit the Loom (Fruit the Loom)
That bitch wan' watch Love is Blind, I wanna watch Looney Tunes (Looney Tunes)
Phew, phew (Bah, bah), phew (Bah, bah, bah)
Phew (Bah, bah, bah), phew, phew
[Verse 1: Trippie Redd]
Chillin' in a mansion (Ha)
Crib with expansion
All my diamonds dancin' (Yeah), my crib look like Atlantis
Pull up outstandin', know we livin' lavish (Lavish)
I cannot panic, went and bought a Patek (Patek)
Up like a spaceship, you up like a attic (Attic)
Up my race, like I'm off a Addy
And I keep that fifty too, and I keep like fifty goons (Brrt)
Niggas say I need to stop (Brrt)
I'ma be thuggin at sixty-two (Gang)
Hit that corner, hit that block (Bitch)
My lil' shorty keep that mop (Brrt)
Have my shorty hit your spot (Hit your spot)
Have my shorty drop the dot (Drop the dot)
Hollow tips and red dots (Red dot)
'Rari coupe, red hot (Red hot)
Above the shoulders, headshot (Headshot)
Buck one and two, the feds hot (Feds shot)
Bitch, I'm livin' by the code
I can never bend, break, or fold
These niggas gon' erode (Woo)
Play with me, lil' bitch, and I'ma send you to the Holy Ghost
Got my money up, I'm gettin' cash, I'm yellin', "Holy smokes" (Ha, bitch)
Know you doin' bad, I'll do you sad, leave you like, "Adios" (Baow-baow-baow)
Runnin' up that bag, run up that cash, I'm on my cardio (Cash)
Bentley coupe, vámonos (Boom, bop)
In the trap house (Skrrt), in the kitchen playin' dominos (Yeah)
Bring that 'Cat out, yeah, my engine started growlin', ho (Yeah)
Fuck that lil' bitch, from the side, she got some talent show (She got some talent)
She know that we the best, I don't need not no DJ Khaled, though
I'm surrounded by bodies like I'm chillin' in the catacombs (Haha)
Niggas want me dead, I got thirty and bought me a castle, ho (Yeah)
Bitch, I'm Big 14, I don't eat no damn casserole (Yeah)
Nigga want some smoke with me, that shit would be damn catastrophic
Nigga wanna work with me, then I need all of them profits (Brrt)
Shawty wanna twerk with me, told her, "Turn around and drop it" (Brrt)
You can't do no dirt with me, you gon' write a song about it (Ha)
You gon' write a statement 'bout it (Ha), you gon' tell on everybody
Woke up, put on Calvin Klein, used to rock that Fruit the Loom (Fruit the Loom)
That bitch wan' watch Love is Blind, I wanna watch Looney Tunes (Looney Tunes)
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