Released: October 25, 2019
Featuring: Trippie Redd
Songwriter: 800goony Trippie Redd
[Verse 1: 800goony]
800baby, blood it up, what the fuck you think?
Walk around the school, they like, "Goon, boy, I smell that dank"
BB on the belt, clutchin' sticks, tote it on my waist
You can come and find me hittin' licks, I just want the cake
Ridin' in the stolie with my niggas, and we do the dash
Early in the mornin', off the gas, young nigga crashed
That lil' bitch gon' bust it on the dick, smack up on her ass
Young nigga posted in the bricks, sendin' niggas laps
[Verse 2: Trippie Redd]
Yeah, huh
Baby, I ain't with that sippin', ho
All that damn kissin', ho
Bad bitch, hella pigeon-toed
We gang, not to mention though
My watch look four-dimensional
My new Glock goin' digital
I'm bussin' all you bitches, though
You better keep your distance, ho
Big 1400 goon, what the fuck you think?
Blowin' all this dope, all this gas, I can't feel my face
I just want a bag for my birthday, not no fuckin' cake
I just count this cash that I fuck with, I can't do no dates
Photo what you own, better sit your ass right at home
Keep my fuckin' chrome, I'll put one in your fuckin' dome
Now that pussy gone, dead meat, he was dead wrong
Boolin' with the gang, yellin', "Slatt," it's the red zone
[Outro: Trippie Redd]
Yeah, 1400, 800, gang, baby
You know what the fuck goin' on
800baby, blood it up, what the fuck you think?
Walk around the school, they like, "Goon, boy, I smell that dank"
BB on the belt, clutchin' sticks, tote it on my waist
You can come and find me hittin' licks, I just want the cake
Ridin' in the stolie with my niggas, and we do the dash
Early in the mornin', off the gas, young nigga crashed
That lil' bitch gon' bust it on the dick, smack up on her ass
Young nigga posted in the bricks, sendin' niggas laps
[Verse 2: Trippie Redd]
Yeah, huh
Baby, I ain't with that sippin', ho
All that damn kissin', ho
Bad bitch, hella pigeon-toed
We gang, not to mention though
My watch look four-dimensional
My new Glock goin' digital
I'm bussin' all you bitches, though
You better keep your distance, ho
Big 1400 goon, what the fuck you think?
Blowin' all this dope, all this gas, I can't feel my face
I just want a bag for my birthday, not no fuckin' cake
I just count this cash that I fuck with, I can't do no dates
Photo what you own, better sit your ass right at home
Keep my fuckin' chrome, I'll put one in your fuckin' dome
Now that pussy gone, dead meat, he was dead wrong
Boolin' with the gang, yellin', "Slatt," it's the red zone
[Outro: Trippie Redd]
Yeah, 1400, 800, gang, baby
You know what the fuck goin' on