FREE RIO - Trippie Redd
Lyrics by：Igor Mamet/Michael Lamar White II/Matt Bosley/Hunter Roberts/Peter Jideonwo
Composed by：Igor Mamet/Michael Lamar White II/Matt Bosley/Hunter Roberts/Peter Jideonwo
Bosley
Gettin' to the paper that's my passion
1400 800 Inc we gettin' cash *****
Only like ******* on ******* fat asses
Call me the reaper only smokin' on ashes
******* top tens yeah you know that I'ma bag it
Yeah I'm ******* twin sisters
***** you know that they the baddest
Want it all to yourself but
You know that I done had it
Wanna beat that p***y raw
Dead yeah it's in a casket
I just bought Balenci' now
I'm walkin' in the mansion
Boy don't play with me that
Switchy get to spittin' automatic
I don't give a **** 'bout what you said lil' ho
If you talk down on the gang you gonna beg lil' ho
I heard shawty tryna ride get on the pegs lil' ho
Born in crime homicide leave you dead lil' ho
The world through my eyes is infrared lil' ho
The killers in the streets goin' fed lil' ho
Livin' in a world where everybody hella street
Everybody got a heat everybody want beef
Everybody p***y n***a everybody sweet
Swear to God you don't want no smoke with me
Yeah it's the big bird ***** I got issues
It's the middle of the
Summer and my neck got a igloo
Barrel of the drum stare at you and it'll end you
I ain't sneeze but I'm blessed
Wipe me down I need a tissue
I'm Trippie ***** I'm slimed out
Iced out ***** with your girl on my d**k
Iced out ***** with your girl on my tip
The opps want me but my Glock wanna kiss
Slow down ridin' 'round
Four deep every chopper got a hundred rounds
If I catch a opposition I'ma have to take 'em down
Like the special opps ***** catch a opp and tango down
Tango down
I love money counters ***** I love the paper sound
Comin' from the trenches when I'm in 'em safe and sound
Used to love the beef I love gettin' paper now
Don't use GPS ***** I'm on the paper route
Comin' from that place where it's hard to make it out
If it's smoke want war n***a we could face it out
Got your ***** suckin' d**k and I ain't into makin' out
If you scared go to church n***a bring the devil out
Gettin' tired of you n***as Michelin
Seein' all you n***as droppin' and nobody mention it
I just sold out twenty thousand people out in Michigan
I just made it out the hood n***a I ain't missin' it
Keep it player with these h*es n***a I don't miss a *****
And you know I'm big Redd n***a just like some licorice
I just bought a Rolls-Royce don't that mean really rich
Walk around with 1400 h*es on my d**n d**k
Everybody sick n***a everybody
Achoo
Everybody sick n***a everybody
Everybody sick n***a everybody
Everybody sick n***a everybody
Everybody sick n***a everybody
Achoo
Everybody sick n***a everybody
Everybody sick n***a everybody
Everybody sick n***a everybody
Bosley
