Featuring: Doe Boy
Producer: Star Boy
Lyrics from Snippets
[Intro: Trippie Redd]
Yeah
Big 14, know what the fuck goin' on, gang shit
Yeah, yeah
[Verse 1: Trippie Redd]
All that damn actin' fuckin' tough, mate (All that tough shit), yeah
Known to catch a body in a scuff, mate (In a scuff, bitch), yeah
Put a pussy nigga on a crutch, mate (Bow)
I don't give a fuck, 'cause I'm motherfuckin' nuts, mate, yeah, ho
I done had e-motherfuckin'-nough, mate (I had enough)
Bitch, we got them K's, got them drums up in the trunk, mate
Bitch, you better run, Sunny D up in the cut, ayy
Known to smoke a nigga like a motherfuckin' Dutch, ayy
Uh, bitch, I'm off this gas, I can't pass it (Uh, nah)
Flash it, yeah, I'm Mr. Fuckin' Fantasic
Blast it, automatics bitch, you can’ have it
Havoc, I let em have it, we livin’ lavish (Brrah)
Uh, what the fuck they on? (Bitch, bitch)
And you know I’m rockin’ fuckin’ Gucci cologne (Uh, uh, yeah)
And you know I just bought Louis cologne (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
All this cologne, I put niggas on (Uh, uh, uh)
[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
I'm the king of this shit (King of this shit)
Puttin' niggas under my wing in this shit (My wing in this bitch)
Im a Ferragamo falcon, I bling in this bitch (Bling in this bitch)
Don’t give a fuck what niggas poppin', 'cause I be's in this bitch, yeah (Bitch)
I'm the king of this shit (King of this shit)
Puttin' niggas under my wing in this shit (My wing in this bitch)
I’m a Ferragamo falcon, I bling in this bitch (Bling in this bitch)
Don't give a fuck what niggas poppin', 'cause I be's in this bitch, yeah (Bitch)
[Verse 2: Trippie Redd]
Here’s Batman (Uh), got them racks in
Bitch I brought them packs in, yeah, uh
Smokin' on this dope, I'm off this thrax, bitch, uh
I can never fold for a wack bitch, yeah
That pussy was wack, it's hella scrap, bitch, yeah
Really shoot 'em up like Shootem Up, bitch, ain’t no actin'
Put my city on a damn map, bitch
And we really sippin' real fuckin' Act', bitch, yeah, uh
Pistol packed, bitch, Pistol fuckin' Pete
I’ma shoot him in his teeth, I’ma fuck the nigga up
I’ma shoot 'em if he fuck, nigga, knuck if you buck
Ain't nobody I could trust, but my gun, ayy
[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
I'm the king of this shit (King of this shit)
Puttin' niggas under my wing in this shit (My wing in this bitch)
Im a Ferragamo falcon, I bling in this bitch (Bling in this bitch)
Don’t give a fuck what niggas poppin', 'cause I be's in this bitch, yeah (Bitch)
I'm the king of this shit (King of this shit)
Puttin' niggas under my wing in this shit (My wing in this bitch)
I’m a Ferragamo falcon, I bling in this bitch (Bling in this bitch)
Don't give a fuck what niggas poppin', 'cause I be's in this bitch, yeah (Bitch)
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[Intro: Trippie Redd]
Yeah
Big 14, know what the fuck goin' on, gang shit
Yeah, yeah
[Verse 1: Trippie Redd]
All that damn actin' fuckin' tough, mate (All that tough shit), yeah
Known to catch a body in a scuff, mate (In a scuff, bitch), yeah
Put a pussy nigga on a crutch, mate (Bow)
I don't give a fuck, 'cause I'm motherfuckin' nuts, mate, yeah, ho
I done had e-motherfuckin'-nough, mate (I had enough)
Bitch, we got them K's, got them drums up in the trunk, mate
Bitch, you better run, Sunny D up in the cut, ayy
Known to smoke a nigga like a motherfuckin' Dutch, ayy
Uh, bitch, I'm off this gas, I can't pass it (Uh, nah)
Flash it, yeah, I'm Mr. Fuckin' Fantasic
Blast it, automatics bitch, you can’ have it
Havoc, I let em have it, we livin’ lavish (Brrah)
Uh, what the fuck they on? (Bitch, bitch)
And you know I’m rockin’ fuckin’ Gucci cologne (Uh, uh, yeah)
And you know I just bought Louis cologne (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
All this cologne, I put niggas on (Uh, uh, uh)
[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
I'm the king of this shit (King of this shit)
Puttin' niggas under my wing in this shit (My wing in this bitch)
Im a Ferragamo falcon, I bling in this bitch (Bling in this bitch)
Don’t give a fuck what niggas poppin', 'cause I be's in this bitch, yeah (Bitch)
I'm the king of this shit (King of this shit)
Puttin' niggas under my wing in this shit (My wing in this bitch)
I’m a Ferragamo falcon, I bling in this bitch (Bling in this bitch)
Don't give a fuck what niggas poppin', 'cause I be's in this bitch, yeah (Bitch)
[Verse 2: Trippie Redd]
Here’s Batman (Uh), got them racks in
Bitch I brought them packs in, yeah, uh
Smokin' on this dope, I'm off this thrax, bitch, uh
I can never fold for a wack bitch, yeah
That pussy was wack, it's hella scrap, bitch, yeah
Really shoot 'em up like Shootem Up, bitch, ain’t no actin'
Put my city on a damn map, bitch
And we really sippin' real fuckin' Act', bitch, yeah, uh
Pistol packed, bitch, Pistol fuckin' Pete
I’ma shoot him in his teeth, I’ma fuck the nigga up
I’ma shoot 'em if he fuck, nigga, knuck if you buck
Ain't nobody I could trust, but my gun, ayy
[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
I'm the king of this shit (King of this shit)
Puttin' niggas under my wing in this shit (My wing in this bitch)
Im a Ferragamo falcon, I bling in this bitch (Bling in this bitch)
Don’t give a fuck what niggas poppin', 'cause I be's in this bitch, yeah (Bitch)
I'm the king of this shit (King of this shit)
Puttin' niggas under my wing in this shit (My wing in this bitch)
I’m a Ferragamo falcon, I bling in this bitch (Bling in this bitch)
Don't give a fuck what niggas poppin', 'cause I be's in this bitch, yeah (Bitch)
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