It’s Up Mate Trippie Redd

[Intro]
(Ayy, star boy)
Uh (Phew)
Yeah (Phew, phew), Big 14 (Phew), know what the fuck goin' on (Phew), gang shit, uh
Yeah (Uh), yeah

[Verse 1]
All that damn actin' fuckin' tough, mate (All that tough shit), yeah
Known to catch a body in a scuff, mate (In a scuff, bitch), yeah
Put a pussy nigga on a crutch, mate (Bow, crutch, yeah)
I don't give a fuck, 'cause I'm motherfuckin' nuts, mate (Ah), yeah, ho
I done had e-motherfuckin'-nough, mate (I had enough), yeah
Bitch, we got them K's, got them drums up in the trunk, mate (Ah)
Bitch, you better run, Sunny D up in the cut, ayy
Known to smoke a nigga like a motherfuckin' Dutch, ayy (Gas, ayy, gas)
Uh, bitch, I'm off this gas, I can't pass it (Uh, nah)
Flash it, yeah, I'm Mr. Fuckin' Fantasic (Mr. Fantasic)
Blast it, automatics bitch, you can have it (You can have it)
Havoc, I let em have it, we livin' lavish (Brrah)
Uh, what the fuck they on? (Uh, bitch, bitch)
And you know I’m rockin’ fuckin’ Gucci cologne (Uh, uh, yeah)
And you know I just bought Louis cologne (Yeah, yeah, yeah), yeah, huh
All this cologne, I put niggas on (Uh, uh, uh, phew)

[Chorus]
I'm the king of this shit (King of this shit)
Puttin' niggas under my wing in this shit (My wing in this bitch)
Im a Ferragamo falcon, I bling in this bitch (Bling in this bitch)
Don’t give a fuck what niggas poppin', 'cause I be's in this bitch, yeah (Bitch)
I'm the king of this shit (King of this shit)
Puttin' niggas under my wing in this shit (My wing in this bitch)
I’m a Ferragamo falcon, I bling in this bitch (Bling in this bitch)
Don't give a fuck what niggas poppin', 'cause I be's in this bitch, yeah