Hold up, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, I can teach that bitch my language like Rosetta Stone, yeah
Fuck that bitch one time and then I'm phoning home, yeah
Talk down, you get shot to your dome, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I had to slime some niggas out, I damn near wiped they nose, yeah
Pussy nigga know I came from toting poles
And you ain't built like that, lil' nigga, you can get exposed, yeah
Yeah, yeah (yeah), yeah, yeah
Fuck nigga, what you want? (What you want?) Huh
Know we keep them choppers like a movie role (like a movie role)
Yeah, I just need to know, is it truly smoke? (Truly smoke)
Yeah, 'cause you know we want the smoke, we truly want (truly want)
Yeah, to bust shots at the opposition (ayy)
Pussy nigga, you ain't really in the right position
To be talking that gangster shit, pussy, you get hit coming
She like bah, bah, bah, get shot in your head, man
Yeah, get shot where the headband 'posed to be at
Pussy nigga, huh, yeah, uh, uh
Pussy nigga, huh, yeah
You can get hit up
Hold up, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, I can teach that bitch my language like Rosetta Stone, yeah
Fuck that bitch one time and then I'm phoning home, yeah
Talk down, you get shot to your dome, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I had to slime some niggas out, I damn near wiped they nose, yeah
Pussy nigga know I came from toting poles
And you ain't built like that, lil' nigga, you can get exposed, yeah
Yeah, yeah (yeah), yeah, yeah
Yeah, uno, dos, tres, yeah, come and give me head
This a Glock .40, yeah, leave a nigga dead
Niggas be lackin', yeah, catch that nigga in traffic, shot him in the back
Might take your bitch, yeah, she wanna hang with the gang but this ain't that
Boy be telling, yeah, can't fuck with these opp ass niggas, they all rats
Hopped in my bag, Birkin, got out all this cash earned it, yeah
Tell me what you need, serve it, man, I make these bitches nervous
Yeah, yeah, aye, ooh
Mmh, mmh, mmh, ayy
It's a Glock .40
Hold up, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, I can teach that bitch my language like Rosetta Stone, yeah
Fuck that bitch one time and then I'm phoning home, yeah
Talk down, you get shot to your dome, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I had to slime some niggas out, I damn near wiped they nose, yeah
Pussy nigga know I came from toting poles
And you ain't built like that, lil' nigga, you can get exposed, yeah
Yeah, yeah (yeah), yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah)
Trippie Redd Songs Lyrics and Chords
- Move Move
- F**k Is You
- Soul
- Negative Energy
- Brain
- Away
- Nelly
- Got It Got It
- Captain Crunch
- Rich MF
- iPhone
- Baki
- Space Time
- Danny Phantom
- New Money
- Vibes
- Matt Hardy 999
- Supernatural
- Miss the Rage
- Super Cell
- Holy Smokes
- Finish Line
- MP5
- Molly Hearts
- Signing Off
- Lil Wayne
- Under Enemy Arms
- Mac 10
- Riot
- Keep Your Head Up
- Throw It Away
- Immortal
- They Afraid of You
- I Try
- Be Yourself
- Snake Skin
- Everything BoZ
- Colors
- Swag Like Ohio Pt.2
- Nun
- Armageddon
- Rock Out
- Pure
- Toilet Water
- Witchcraft
- Hideout
- Biggest Bird
- Who Else!
- Die Die
- High Hopes
- Killionaire
- Goodfellas
- Muscles
- Krzy Train
- Free Rio
- Dark Brotherhood
- Van Helsing
- Knight Crawler
- Fully Loaded
- Psycho
- Atlantics
- Mansion Musik
- Way Back