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[Intro: Trippie Redd]
(I'm shy, oh my God)
Ha (Phew)
Yeah, yeah
[Verse 1: Trippie Redd & Playboi Carti]
Niggas wanna be my kin, pussy, you not my folks (Phew)
Ridin' 'round town in a Benz, put that bitch on spokes (Phew)
Spent eight mil' on a crib, bought that bitch with a moat (Phew)
Bitch, I just got rich, let's have a goddamn toast (Phew)
Step on a nigga in Ricks, got on a cranberry coat (Phew)
Yeah, it's just me and my ho, snake eyes, bitch, like a G.I. Joe (Phew)
Baby, sit back, just smoke my dope, go get your brother, I heard that he croak
Put that on your mother, I know y'all hoes (Phew), still gotta stick to the code (Phew)
Boy, I get in that mode, don't play with me, boy, this shit ain't for show
Eighty-eight keys, no piano, gotta get it how you live, that's my MO
Yeah, she want the whole thing, not the demo
Pull in through a tunnel in my Maybach limo (Homixide)
Yeah, she want double trouble, that's akimbo (Hold up)
Whip her head back and forth, not no Willow (Hold up)
Get that nigga out that horse, feel like Django (Hold up)
Sendin' shots everywhere, I feel like Rambo (Hold up)
[Chorus: Trippie Redd & Playboi Carti]
Call of Duty, bitch (Homixide), pull up with commandos (Homixide)
I might buy a yacht, feel like Jack Sparrow (Oh my God)
Posted in the field like a damn scarecrow
And my brother sellin' white like some ashy elbows
[Intro: Trippie Redd]
(I'm shy, oh my God)
Ha (Phew)
Yeah, yeah
[Verse 1: Trippie Redd & Playboi Carti]
Niggas wanna be my kin, pussy, you not my folks (Phew)
Ridin' 'round town in a Benz, put that bitch on spokes (Phew)
Spent eight mil' on a crib, bought that bitch with a moat (Phew)
Bitch, I just got rich, let's have a goddamn toast (Phew)
Step on a nigga in Ricks, got on a cranberry coat (Phew)
Yeah, it's just me and my ho, snake eyes, bitch, like a G.I. Joe (Phew)
Baby, sit back, just smoke my dope, go get your brother, I heard that he croak
Put that on your mother, I know y'all hoes (Phew), still gotta stick to the code (Phew)
Boy, I get in that mode, don't play with me, boy, this shit ain't for show
Eighty-eight keys, no piano, gotta get it how you live, that's my MO
Yeah, she want the whole thing, not the demo
Pull in through a tunnel in my Maybach limo (Homixide)
Yeah, she want double trouble, that's akimbo (Hold up)
Whip her head back and forth, not no Willow (Hold up)
Get that nigga out that horse, feel like Django (Hold up)
Sendin' shots everywhere, I feel like Rambo (Hold up)
[Chorus: Trippie Redd & Playboi Carti]
Call of Duty, bitch (Homixide), pull up with commandos (Homixide)
I might buy a yacht, feel like Jack Sparrow (Oh my God)
Posted in the field like a damn scarecrow
And my brother sellin' white like some ashy elbows
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