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[intro: trippie redd]
phew, phew (bah, bah), phew (bah, bah, bah)
phew (bah, bah, bah), phew, phew

[chorus: trippie redd]
hit that corner, hit that block (b_tch)
my lil’ shorty keep that mop (brrt)
have my shorty hit your spot (hit your spot)
have my shorty drop the dot (drop the dot)
hollow tips and red dots (red dot)
’rari coupe, red hot (red hot)
above the shoulders, headshot (headshot)
buck one and two, the feds hot (feds shot)
i know the truth, boy, you’re fakin’
that’s why you never gon’ make it (nah)
these n_ggas always hatin’ (huh)
that’s why you never gon’ make it (nah)
p_ssy ain’t countin’ no bacon (bacon)
that’s ’cause he always hatin’ (yeah)
pull up, big body, i’m on (hey)
f_ck whoever hatin’ (hatin’, nah)
[verse 1: trippie redd]
b_tch, i’m livin’ by the codе
i can never bend, brеak, or fold
these n_ggas gon’ erode (woo)
play with me, lil’ b_tch, and i’ma send you to the holy ghost
got my money up, i’m gettin’ cash, i’m yellin’, “holy smokes” (ha, b_tch)
know you doin’ bad, i’ll do you sad, leave you like, “adios” (baow_baow_baow)
runnin’ up that bag, run up that cash, i’m on my cardio (cash)
bentley coupe, vámonos (boom, bop)
in the trap house (skrrt), in the kitchen playin’ dominos (yeah)
bring that ‘cat out, yeah, my engine started growlin’, ho (yeah)
how you want smoke, but that sh_t mid?
you a p_ssy boy, probably turnt pig (pig)
n_ggas cappin’ like a motherf_ckin’ lid (ha)
pour a eight of wock’, vampire squid (yeah)
pullin’ up like sid the science kid
b_tch, it’s t_r_triple_six
down in the o, i was hittin’ l!cks
known to keep chops, i’m a demon kid (bah)

[chorus: trippie redd & chief keef]
hit that corner, hit that block (b_tch)
my lil’ shorty keep that mop (brrt)
have my shorty hit your spot (hit your spot)
have my shorty drop the dot (drop the dot)
hollow tips and red dots (red dot)
‘rari coupe, red hot (red hot)
above the shoulders, headshot (headshot)
buck one and two, the feds hot (feds shot)
i know the truth, boy, you’re fakin’
that’s why you never gon’ make it (nah)
these n_ggas always hatin’ (huh)
that’s why you never gon’ make it (nah)
p_ssy ain’t countin’ no bacon (bacon)
that’s ’cause he always hatin’ (yeah)
pull up, big body, i’m on (hey, skrrt)
f_ck whoever hatin’ (hatin’, nah, skrrt)
[verse 2: chief keef]
left wrist cost a fisker, right wrist cost a tesla
heard a p_ssy dissin’, must been talkin’ to alexa
call chief so’ your teacher, foenem comin’ to test ya
call the gangnem coroner, foenem comin’ to stretch ya
my lil’ b_tch got wet, wet, my other b_tch got wetter
put my watch next to that p_ssy to see which one was wetter
let off fifty, that’s a massacre, let off fifty then skrrt
way before i was a soldier, i was puttin’ in leg work
draw on ’em like the wild west, snipe his ass like wesley
come and see if i’ma sat, n_gga, test me
ain’t a srt but this one got that cat
why we got the broom and the mop? ’cause they messy

- trippie redd

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