
Bortz Kitchen Bortz Money (Ft. Trippie Redd)
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[Intro: Trippie Redd, Keegan-Michael Key & Jordan Peele]
You sold me out, son
Now you gon' end up with a bullet in your head for it
You can't play me motherfucker
I'm the motherfucker that plays motherfuckers, motherfucker
Where you at?
Myron
Man, yeah, yeah, uh
[Verse 1: Trippie Redd]
1400-800 gang (1400 gang), diamonds in my chain (Uh, gang, uh)
Diamonds on my fuckin' pinky ring
Diamond chandelier, and it glisten on my fuckin' face
Chopper on my waist, I swear to God this bitch won't go to waste (Yeah)
We gon' let it bang, doo-doo-doo, mayday
They think that I'm crazy, like a nigga off some meds (Off some meds)
She gon' call me "Pops," but I swear I smoke like Craig (Craig)
Shout-out to the gang, and the bros, shout-out Xan
I swear I'm with the gang, we got poles, blowin' shade
Just another day in the life countin' the days
[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
1400 shit (Uh), 800 shit (Gang)
Pull up and I'm swervin' in a motherfuckin’ whip (Woo, woo, the whip)
And you know we Bloody but we hang with a few Crips (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
You sold me out, son
Now you gon' end up with a bullet in your head for it
You can't play me motherfucker
I'm the motherfucker that plays motherfuckers, motherfucker
Where you at?
Myron
Man, yeah, yeah, uh
[Verse 1: Trippie Redd]
1400-800 gang (1400 gang), diamonds in my chain (Uh, gang, uh)
Diamonds on my fuckin' pinky ring
Diamond chandelier, and it glisten on my fuckin' face
Chopper on my waist, I swear to God this bitch won't go to waste (Yeah)
We gon' let it bang, doo-doo-doo, mayday
They think that I'm crazy, like a nigga off some meds (Off some meds)
She gon' call me "Pops," but I swear I smoke like Craig (Craig)
Shout-out to the gang, and the bros, shout-out Xan
I swear I'm with the gang, we got poles, blowin' shade
Just another day in the life countin' the days
[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
1400 shit (Uh), 800 shit (Gang)
Pull up and I'm swervin' in a motherfuckin’ whip (Woo, woo, the whip)
And you know we Bloody but we hang with a few Crips (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
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