[Intro: Trippie Redd]
Yeah
Pussy nigga said he gon' kill me
Hm, I don't give a fuck, I'm gon' die anyway, haha
Tell ya, yeah, yeah
[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Talk about them P's (P's), got a bunch, nigga
Wake up in the morning, brush my teeth and grab my gun, nigga (Gun)
Forty on the wrist, colored diamonds, Cap'n Crunch, nigga
Oh, you sippin' on Tris, we sippin' Wock', ha, dumb nigga
Got it out the bricks, yeah, fuck nigga (Fuck nigga, fuck nigga)
If you said it's up, lil' nigga, then know it's up wit' ya (Up)
Best believe we gon' find your bitch ass, nigga, I'm gon' get up wit' ya
We nuts, if we come (Bah), we gon' bust at ya (Bah)
[Verse 1: Trippie Redd & Icewear Vezzo]
Fuck a bitch, fuck 12, lil' nigga, I don't need no cuffs, nigga (Cuffs, uh-uh)
Politicin' and pimpin' in that 'Vette, leave a hater in the dust, nigga (Dust, skrrt)
Takin' all your shit, in my chain (Yeah), that's Snow on tha Bluff, nigga (Yeah)
Now get up outta here (Ha), yeah, aight (Yeah), I'ma fuck wit' ya
[Verse 2: Icewear Vezzo]
Don't be reachin' for my chain, huh, you know we pop niggas (Bitch)
Call this Backwood "Gang," why? Because my opps in it (Haha)
Open up that closet, yeah, I got big mop in it (That mop)
They don't buy no drank from me, huh, 'cause I re-rock, nigga (Iced Up Records)
Fuck nigga, we could shoot or box (Yeah), you know we punch niggas (Nigga)
Every time we see y'all out, we eat, y'all niggas lunch menus (Y'all niggas lunch)
Eight of Wock' in my cream soda (That Wock'), it ain't no cut in it (Uh-uh)
Play with mine, you gon' die today, right now, come try your luck, nigga
I'll give a goofy all headshots, like is you dumb or nah?
You sink niggas won't front me no more bags 'cause I be runnin' off (Fuck 'em)
Bust Cuban and rose-gold Presi' blown, yeah that's a hundred ball (Yeah)
Fuck the stage, I ain't doin' no more shows unless my gun involved, nigga
Yeah
Pussy nigga said he gon' kill me
Hm, I don't give a fuck, I'm gon' die anyway, haha
Tell ya, yeah, yeah
[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Talk about them P's (P's), got a bunch, nigga
Wake up in the morning, brush my teeth and grab my gun, nigga (Gun)
Forty on the wrist, colored diamonds, Cap'n Crunch, nigga
Oh, you sippin' on Tris, we sippin' Wock', ha, dumb nigga
Got it out the bricks, yeah, fuck nigga (Fuck nigga, fuck nigga)
If you said it's up, lil' nigga, then know it's up wit' ya (Up)
Best believe we gon' find your bitch ass, nigga, I'm gon' get up wit' ya
We nuts, if we come (Bah), we gon' bust at ya (Bah)
[Verse 1: Trippie Redd & Icewear Vezzo]
Fuck a bitch, fuck 12, lil' nigga, I don't need no cuffs, nigga (Cuffs, uh-uh)
Politicin' and pimpin' in that 'Vette, leave a hater in the dust, nigga (Dust, skrrt)
Takin' all your shit, in my chain (Yeah), that's Snow on tha Bluff, nigga (Yeah)
Now get up outta here (Ha), yeah, aight (Yeah), I'ma fuck wit' ya
[Verse 2: Icewear Vezzo]
Don't be reachin' for my chain, huh, you know we pop niggas (Bitch)
Call this Backwood "Gang," why? Because my opps in it (Haha)
Open up that closet, yeah, I got big mop in it (That mop)
They don't buy no drank from me, huh, 'cause I re-rock, nigga (Iced Up Records)
Fuck nigga, we could shoot or box (Yeah), you know we punch niggas (Nigga)
Every time we see y'all out, we eat, y'all niggas lunch menus (Y'all niggas lunch)
Eight of Wock' in my cream soda (That Wock'), it ain't no cut in it (Uh-uh)
Play with mine, you gon' die today, right now, come try your luck, nigga
I'll give a goofy all headshots, like is you dumb or nah?
You sink niggas won't front me no more bags 'cause I be runnin' off (Fuck 'em)
Bust Cuban and rose-gold Presi' blown, yeah that's a hundred ball (Yeah)
Fuck the stage, I ain't doin' no more shows unless my gun involved, nigga
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