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Trippie Redd
Trippie Redd
Vocals
Nardo Wick
Nardo Wick
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Cas van der Heijden
Cas van der Heijden
Songwriter
Horace Walls III
Horace Walls III
Songwriter
Igor Mamet
Igor Mamet
Songwriter
Peter Jideonwo
Peter Jideonwo
Songwriter
Michael Lamar White II
Michael Lamar White II
Songwriter
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Igor Mamet
Igor Mamet
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Ellis Lost
Ellis Lost
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Loesoe
Loesoe
Producer

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Fuck 'em up, yeah, fuck 'em up Fuck 'em up, yeah, fuck 'em up Fuck 'em up, yeah, fuck 'em up Go get 'em, fuck 'em up Yeah Hustlin' now, GoodFellas (skrrt), keep the Gucci umbrella (skrrt) Got money, Rockefeller (yeah), I'm the bank, might fuck a teller (woah) I could murder any beat, or I could kill it, acapella (acapella) I think that it's two of me, a Gemini, Nelson Mandela (effect, Mandela) Addicted to these blue nerds and icin' out my neck (my neck) My brodie keep a quick drum, and I ain't talkin sketch (sketch) Mister Redd, I got white diamonds and my white gold Patek, yeah (Patek) See through smoking mirrors and computers like a tech (tech) Bitch, I'm from the trenches, from the hood, I keep a TEC (TEC, keep a TEC) Cartier my lens, Chanel pearls on my neck (on my neck) I might spin the crib (oh, spin the crib) Screech the tires down on the set (baow, baow, baow) And I might spin again (baow, baow, baow) And again, again, again (baow, baow, baow) This 1942 lil' baby, this not no damn Henn' (Henn', Henn') I'm the one, not the two, lil' baby, she said, "Say that again" (uh) .44 bulldog, hit a bitch nigga in his head (fah) Who said I'm cool with y'all? I ain't never wanna be friends (nah) I ain't got time for a bitch worth sayin' (sayin') I'm the dark knight, pull up like Batman (man) Reach new heights, I can never ever land (at all) Kickin' shit, jujitsu Nigga, press your issue Too blessed, bitch, need a tissue Big dog, never been a shih tzu Can't have one, gotta get two (haha) He from the shit, I'm a big poo (ah) I'ma reach heights you can't get to (hold up) She got big ass and tits too I pray to God but I sin too (sin too) I was off a bean, no sensu I was eatin' ramen like Deku (yeah) I'm the chosen one like Goku (yeah) She was watching me like Roku (yeah) Bitch, I'm the one, I'ma show you (yeah) Don't talk to me if I don't know you I don't fuck with you, I ain't gon' hold you (hold) If he step to me, I'ma hold you (hold) You never let anybody "Lil' bro" you (bro me) I'm the king, bitch, and it's so true (so true) And I'm tryna give a hoe a sunbath They want smoke and I love that (love that) She wan' rub down where my gun at (gun at) If it's here then it's where it's thund' at (baow) Fuck 'em up, yeah, fuck 'em up Fuck 'em up, yeah, fuck 'em up (I'm wicked, I'm wicked) Fuck 'em up, yeah, fuck 'em up (I'm wicked, I'm-) Go get 'em, fuck 'em up I'm not on what these niggas on, I'm on a different type of time I love it when she give me brain (Loesoe goin' crazy), she got a different type of mind This strap sound like dynamite, this a different type of iron I pull up swingin' two sticks like I'm a different type of blind Don't got a beep, you hear me comin', supercharge loud as hell I get a different type of money, you can look at me and tell ARP and Glock .19, that's my favorite personnel Put a shell to his back, do that boy like Raphael She say I'm a bad boy, I'm really a good fella He shouldn't have never did that, don't feel sorry for that fella He play with us, he gonna die, I'm somethin' like a fortune teller Catch him on the wrong side, step on him like a bike pedal Fuck 'em up, yeah, fuck 'em up Fuck 'em up, yeah, fuck 'em up Fuck 'em up, yeah, fuck 'em up Go get 'em, fuck 'em up
Writer(s): Cas Van Der Heijden, Lewis Ellis, Luis Bacque, Horace Bernard Walls Iii, Michael Lamar White Ii, Kevin Gomringer, Peter Jideonwo, Tim Gomringer Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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