Cicada Walk Trippie Redd
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[Intro]
(GOONTEX)
[Chorus]
Big crib, got acres (Yeah), rollin' 'round with some flavors (Yeah)
Tryna bug me, no cicada (Yeah)
Everyday, we gon' get to that damn guap, thumbin' through the paper (Yeah)
Red beam, Darth Vader, yeah, I ain't stuntin', no hater (Grrah)
And I'm posted up on that block still (Bah), ain't worried what an opp feel (Yeah)
And I clean shit, keep a mop still, and my big brothers scrape the pot still
Everything movin' slow-mo', pour that four up in a pop still (Yeah)
In this bitch like a rowboat, if I fall in, I don't got gills
[Verse]
Pullin' up in this bitch, too turnt, nigga, I ain't got no chill
Niggas got a lot to damn say, but they ain't got no damn mil's
I been eatin' good every day, lil' nigga, I ain't missin' no meals
Different bitches goin' in and out the damn house, wonder how the dope feel
Hood famous, made a lot of money, but junkies at the door still
Hood famous, Monte Carlo SS sittin' 24 still
Better stay in your lane or your ass gon' end up being roadkill
Be a stain, that lil' niggas green light got no scale (Brrah, braah, bah, bah, bah)
[Chorus]
Big crib, got acres (Yeah), rollin' 'round with some flavors (Yeah)
Tryna bug me, no cicada (Yeah)
Everyday, we gon' get to that damn guap, thumbin' through the paper (Yeah)
Red beam, Darth Vader, yeah, I ain't stuntin', no hater (Grrah)
And I'm posted up on that block still (Bah), ain't worried what an opp feel (Yeah)
And I clean shit, keep a mop still, and my big brothers scrape the pot still
Everything movin' slow-mo', pour that four up in a pop still (Yeah)
In this bitch like a robo', if I fall in, I don't got gills
(GOONTEX)
[Chorus]
Big crib, got acres (Yeah), rollin' 'round with some flavors (Yeah)
Tryna bug me, no cicada (Yeah)
Everyday, we gon' get to that damn guap, thumbin' through the paper (Yeah)
Red beam, Darth Vader, yeah, I ain't stuntin', no hater (Grrah)
And I'm posted up on that block still (Bah), ain't worried what an opp feel (Yeah)
And I clean shit, keep a mop still, and my big brothers scrape the pot still
Everything movin' slow-mo', pour that four up in a pop still (Yeah)
In this bitch like a rowboat, if I fall in, I don't got gills
[Verse]
Pullin' up in this bitch, too turnt, nigga, I ain't got no chill
Niggas got a lot to damn say, but they ain't got no damn mil's
I been eatin' good every day, lil' nigga, I ain't missin' no meals
Different bitches goin' in and out the damn house, wonder how the dope feel
Hood famous, made a lot of money, but junkies at the door still
Hood famous, Monte Carlo SS sittin' 24 still
Better stay in your lane or your ass gon' end up being roadkill
Be a stain, that lil' niggas green light got no scale (Brrah, braah, bah, bah, bah)
[Chorus]
Big crib, got acres (Yeah), rollin' 'round with some flavors (Yeah)
Tryna bug me, no cicada (Yeah)
Everyday, we gon' get to that damn guap, thumbin' through the paper (Yeah)
Red beam, Darth Vader, yeah, I ain't stuntin', no hater (Grrah)
And I'm posted up on that block still (Bah), ain't worried what an opp feel (Yeah)
And I clean shit, keep a mop still, and my big brothers scrape the pot still
Everything movin' slow-mo', pour that four up in a pop still (Yeah)
In this bitch like a robo', if I fall in, I don't got gills
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