歌手:Trippie Redd
专辑:《Trip At Knight》

作词 : Michael Lamar White II/Marcellus Register/Casada Sorrell/Chivez Smith
作曲 : Anton Mendo
(Trippie Redd)
Yeah
***** nigga said he gon’ kill me
Hmm, I don’t give a ****, I’m gon’ die anyway, hahaha
Tell ya, yeah, yeah
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, color diamonds, Cap’n Crunch, nigga
Oh, you sippin’ on Triss, we sippin’ Wock’, ha, dumb nigga
Got it out the bricks, yeah, **** nigga (**** nigga, **** nigga)
If you said it’s up, lil’ nigga, then know it’s up with ya (Up)
Best believe we gon’ find your ***** ass, nigga, I’m gon’ get up with ya
We ****, if we come (Bah), we gon’ bust at you (Bah)
(Trippie Redd & Icewear Vezzo)
**** a *****, **** twelve, 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 up outta here, yeah, aight (Yeah), I’m gon’ **** with ya
Ha, yeah, don’t be reachin’ for my chain, huh, you know we pop niggas (*****)
Call this Backwood “Gang,” why? Because my opps in it (Haha)
Open up that closet, yeah, I got a big mop in it (That mop)
They don’t buy no drank for me, huh, ’cause I re-rock, nigga (Iced Up Records)
**** nigga, we could shoot or box (Yeah), you know we punch niggas (Nigga)
Everytime we see y’all out, we eat, y’all niggas lunch to me (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, he gon’ die today, right now, come try your luck, nigga
I’ll give a goofy all headshots, like is you dumb or naw?
You sing niggas won’t fund me no more bags ’cause I be runnin’ off (**** ’em)
Bust Cuban, and rose-gold Presi’, blind ya, that’s a hundred off (Yeah)
**** the stage, I ain’t doin’ no more shows unless my gun involved, *****
(Trippie Redd & Sada Baby)
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, color diamonds, Cap’n Crunch, nigga
Oh, you sippin’ on Triss, we sippin’ Wock’, dumb nigga
Got it out the bricks, yeah, **** nigga (**** nigga, **** nigga)
If you said it’s up, lil’ nigga, then know it’s up with ya (Up, you know it’s up then)
Best believe we gon’ find your ***** ass, nigga, I’m gon’ get up with ya (Mmh, yeah)
We ****, if we come (Bah), we gon’ bust at you (Bah)
Trippin’ off the red with Trippie Redd, Vezz’ keep countin’ up blues (Okay)
You already dead if me and my mans get to walkin’ up to you (Bang)
Like a ***** gave me head, her and her friend, yeah, they ’bout to do it
If you ain’t got no bands, I’m just sayin’, don’t talk to me ’bout no music (Ah, ah)
Ooh, all my clothes exclusive, spin move your ho, elusive
Put the **** on the road, that’s lucrative, in the Maybach, I’m secluded (Gang)
Up big five, shoot it (Gang), I’m big fire, boolin’ (Gang)
Tell a ***** to be quiet, the rule is (Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay)
Shut your ass up, mute it
My trap jumpin’, groovin, huh
Pass me that cup, pass me that blunt
Pass me that gun (Skuba), huh
Rackin’ it up, is you packin’ or what?
Who packin’ me up? The movers?
Got apes, the shooters (Ha)
The drac’s, we use ’em (Ha), we hate computers (Ha, ha, ha)
(Trippie Redd & Babyface Ray)
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, color diamonds, Cap’n Crunch, nigga
Oh, you sippin’ on Triss, we sippin’ Wock’, dumb nigga
Got it out the bricks, yeah, **** nigga (**** nigga, **** nigga)
If you said it’s up, lil’ nigga, then know it’s up with ya (It’s up)
Best believe we gon’ find your ***** ass, nigga, I’m gon’ get up with ya
We ****, if we come (Bah, phew, phew, phew), we gon’ bust at you (Bah)
Yeah, I ain’t drinkin’ on Triss (Nah), I don’t **** with no snitch (Nah)
You a broke ass lame nigga, I ain’t touchin’ your ***** (Uh-uh)
I’m humble, I ain’t soft, nigga, have yo’ ass go blitz (Go get it)
Used to pray for a whole thing, keep one on my wrist (Everyday)
D to the O, me and Trippie Redd (Yeah)
Activis, baby, I’m sippin’ red (Yeah), got my advance from dealin’ meds
Bro rock Yeezy in the feds (Yeah), trappin’ ain’t dead, these niggas scared (That’s crazy)
Yeah, my niggas trained to go
**** my *****, **** my ***** best friend, I’ma just blame the devil
Police came, hit they lights on me, turn to Usain and bolt
Can’t believe they let me in the game *****in’ a famous ho
Cuban links, diamonds full of pointers, I don’t do chains with ropes (Mmh-mmh)
Talk about them P’s (P’s, facts, nigga), got a bunch, nigga
Wake up in the morning, brush my teeth and grab my gun, nigga (Gun)
Forty on the wrist, color diamonds, Cap’n Crunch, nigga
Oh, you sippin’ on Triss, we sippin’ Wock’, dumb nigga
Got it out the bricks, yeah, **** nigga (**** nigga, **** nigga)
If you said it’s up, lil’ nigga, then know it’s up with ya (It’s up)
Best believe we gon’ find your ***** ass, nigga, I’m gon’ get up with ya
We ****, if we come (Bah), we gon’ bust at you (Bah)