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Trippie Redd
Featuring(s) : Lil Durk
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Lyrics from Leak and Snippets [Intro: Trippie Redd] Yeah, woo, yeah Uh, ayy Yeah, yeah [Chorus: Trippie Redd] Gang in this bitch, better not move a muscle, yeah Chopper bullets rain, I don't like to tussle, uh Got it out the mud, I respect the hustle, uh All my dawgs bang, hang with Michael Vick (Yeah) Money ain't a motherfucking thing .223s exclusive, bitch, they go straight to your brain Yeah, I'm getting money, baby, hustle in the rain We was shooting on that block, you was shootin' in the range [Verse 1: Trippie Redd] I was thinking out the box, that's what got me out of the way Hey there, bitch, suck my dick then have a nice day Smackdown, fuck that bitch in a steel cage Feel invincible, I beat his ass, Johnny Cage Two, three, four, five, bullets hit his ass, left him dazed I got tunnel vision, baby, won't get caught in a maze I'm not from this planet, I ain't human No heart, fuck cupid Let that chopper spray for looking at me stupid Yeah, Nike check, bitch, I just do it I can't play no games, we ain't hoopin', no pick and roll In a spaceship, I'm an extraterrestrial Red laser beam, lil' bitch, I'ma let it go (Red laser beam, in this bitch, I'ma let it go, bah) [Chorus: Trippie Redd] Gang in this bitch, better not move a muscle, yeah Chopper bullets rain, I don't like to tussle, uh Got it out the mud, I respect the hustle, uh All my dawgs bang, hang with Michael Vick (Yeah) Money ain't a motherfucking thing .223's exclusive, bitch, they go straight to your brain Yeah, I'm getting money, baby, hustle in the rain We was shooting on that block, you was shootin' in the range [Verse 2: Lil Durk] ... Fitted cap, better say V.Roy or that's somebody ass Real killer, pop up on somebody in somebody grass Nobody better not be with you, that's somebody's ass Gang, who? You ain't did shit, nigga Top set names, who? Chain too, get back for that goofy, foenem's chains too I be mad as hell, we gave the city all them chains too ... Niggas die, come back around, we made a holiday (Grrt, boaw) We'll blast our choppas on his ass, I think outside the bed... ... [Chorus: Trippie Redd] Gang in this bitch, better not move a muscle, yeah Chopper bullets rain, I don't like to tussle, uh Got it out the mud, I respect the hustle, uh All my dawgs bang, hang with Michael Vick (Yeah) Money ain't a motherfucking thing .223's exclusive, bitch, they go straight to your brain Yeah, I'm getting money, baby, hustle in the rain We was shooting on that block, you was shootin' in the range [Outro: Trippie Redd] Ha, ha, haha, ha, ha Ha, ha, haha, bitch, yeah Ha, ha, haha, ha, you opp Ha, ha, haha, haha, fuck the opps Ha, ha, haha, ha, fuck the opps, brazy (Fuck, fuck, fuck) Ha, ha, haha, ha, fuck the opps, brazy (Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck) Ha, ha, fuck a opp, bitch, uh (Fuck, fuck, fuck) 800 gang, woo Mob, free the mob, yeah, okay (Skrrt) On a pole (Skrrt) On a pole, uh (Skrrt) (Skrrt, bah) (Skrrt, brr, bah)
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