MUSCLES Trippie Redd & Lil Durk

[Intro: Trippie Redd]
Yeah, woo, yeah
Uh, ayy
Yeah, yeah

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Gang in this bitch, better not move a muscle, yeah
Chopper bullets rain, I don't like to tussle
Got it out the mud, I respect the hustle, uh
All my dawgs bang, hang with Michael Vick (Yeah)
Money ain't a motherfucking thing
.223s exclusive, bitch, they go straight to your brain
Yeah, I'm getting money, baby, hustle in the rain
We was shooting on that block, you was shootin' in the range

[Verse 1: Trippie Redd]
I was thinking out the box, that's what got me out of the way
Hey there, bitch, suck my dick then have a nice day
Smackdown, fuck that bitch in a steel cage
Feel invincible, I beat his ass, Johnny Cage
Two, three, four, five, bullets hit his ass, left him dazed
I got tunnel vision, baby, won't get caught in maze
I'm not from this planet, I ain't human
No heart, fuck cupid
Let that chopper spray for looking at me stupid
Yeah, Nike check, bitch, I just do it
I can't play no games, we ain't hoopin', no pick and roll
In a spaceship, I'm a extraterrestrial
Red laser beam, lil' bitch, I'ma let it go (Red laser beam, in this bitch, I'ma let it go, baow)