Bust Down Deux Trippie Redd (Ft. Youv Dee)

[Intro: Trippie Redd]
Pull up on your block, shoot that shit up for no fuckin' reason
(Doo-doo-doo)
Ya dig, yeah
Big 14 know what the fuck going on lil' bitch (Skrrt, ayy, yeah)
Gang shit
Yeah, yeah, ayy

[Verse 1: Trippie Redd]
We some fucking demons, yeah, we some fucking heathens
Pull up on your block, shoot that shit up for no fuckin' reason (Bah, bah, bah)
Yeah, I got that Glock, it go "Bah", shoot you, why you breathin'
Pussy keep a mop, send some shots just like it's open season
I drip from the top, to the socks, when I'm out at Neiman's
Timeless, fuck a clock, fuck a opp, I'm fly like a phoenix
Out here dodgin' bullets, nigga, boolin' with them fuckin' heathens
Out here on the block, nigga, boolin' with my fuckin' heathens, yeah

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
'Cause I'm bust down, yeah, bust down, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
I'm here with the gang, put my trust down, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Give two fucks now, yeah, give two fucks 'bout me (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm just 'bout a check, get the fuck from 'round here (Yeah)
I'm just 'bout that check, get the fuck from 'round here (Yeah)
Fuck from 'round here, fuck from 'round here
Get the fuck from 'round here, fuck from 'round here, yeah
Get the fuck from 'round here, get the fuck from 'round here (Yeah)