Choppa Gang Trippie Redd

[Intro]
Yeah

[Chorus]
Bimmers, Benz, and Bentleys when I'm pullin' through the city (Skrrt)
You can catch a shell just for lookin' at me silly (Bah, bah, bah)
We gon' rob the bank like my big brother Billy
We gon' ride the gun train, we got FNs, 150 (Bah)
Choppa gang bitch, shoot 'em up, he do the Shiggy
I can't trust y'all, all these fuckboys hella switches
Sipping D’USSÉ with the lil' homies, they got switches
Say they ballin', see them fuckboys on the benches (Haha)

[Verse]
Ballin' til' the sun up, hotter than a sauna (Yeah)
Pourin' up some wocky in a goddamn 7-Up
And my cup lookin' brazy, different colors like a tundra
I got stars in the Cullinan, they thought that they could son us
See that they can't beat us, so they tryna damn become us
Got my feet up in a mansion, eating celery and hummus
Gave my brother 25, it made me sick to my stomach
From the trenches, where you been, 'cause society done shunned us
Pulling up big B's (Gang), smokin' on big trees
Boy, you smokin' on big C's, put that down, boy, that's shit weed (Bitch)
Diamonds on my wrist look like the ocean, I smoke seaweed (Okay)
Glad I made the money 'cause these people do not get me (Yeah, okay)