Released: November 10, 2020
Featuring: Trippie Redd
Songwriter: P. Soul Chris King Trippie Redd
Producer: P. Soul
[Intro: Trippie Redd]
(P. Soul on the track)
(I love Trippie Redd)
Yeah
[Verse 1: Trippie Redd]
I'm a lover and a fighter, put my dick in your vagina
Pick a beat and I decipher, I'm a Peter-pecker-piper
With that viper, I'm messiah
I'm a menace, I replenish in that fire
Earn my stripe just like a tiger
I'm a psycho, maestro, I'm blowin' up like Al-Qaeda
Like a tight ho, hi, ho
I'm smokin' dope right beside ya, like a tight rope
Don't play, bitch, your life on the line, ho
[Verse 2: Chris King]
Trippie, you gotta chill, dawg, you got me too high, bro
Listen, I'm a urban myth in the streets of the [?]
Your lean, marijuana
Eyes rolled to the back of his head, kick him
"Is he dead?" Yeah, he's a goner
I smoke four-leaf-clovers, rob leprechauns for they pot of gold
He had potential, you could say it was the greatest story that was never told
I give 'em extra like [?] hurt his community
Shoulda iced out his legs, how he finna run all his jewelry?
Funny nigga actin' finicky, energy all unusually
Call me Snotty Nose 'cause I get her in her body bro, she not immune to this
Let the bomb drop like it's Pearl Harbor, call my platoon [?]
I'm callin' all my dogs and my wolves out when the moon is lit
Got my guy on the AMG Model, yeah, with the newer kit
It's hard to throw a nigga the ball, like, what you gon' do with it?
Like I put the cocaine by the ceiling fan how I blew a brick
They called a nigga slime so long that I'm on my mucus shit
Dior flowers fell on her body, nigga, 'cause you's a trick
Brought flowers to your funeral, dripped in Dior, confusin', bitch
Got a goddess so divine she water slide, don't need no lubricant
And you are out of line if that Sprite don't got no screw in it
It's macaroni time, this cheese gon' spray up beautifully
I make the whip creep like Nightcrawler, I'm like a mutant, yeah
[Outro]
(Snotty Nose Mafia, bitch)
(P. Soul on the track)
(I love Trippie Redd)
Yeah
[Verse 1: Trippie Redd]
I'm a lover and a fighter, put my dick in your vagina
Pick a beat and I decipher, I'm a Peter-pecker-piper
With that viper, I'm messiah
I'm a menace, I replenish in that fire
Earn my stripe just like a tiger
I'm a psycho, maestro, I'm blowin' up like Al-Qaeda
Like a tight ho, hi, ho
I'm smokin' dope right beside ya, like a tight rope
Don't play, bitch, your life on the line, ho
[Verse 2: Chris King]
Trippie, you gotta chill, dawg, you got me too high, bro
Listen, I'm a urban myth in the streets of the [?]
Your lean, marijuana
Eyes rolled to the back of his head, kick him
"Is he dead?" Yeah, he's a goner
I smoke four-leaf-clovers, rob leprechauns for they pot of gold
He had potential, you could say it was the greatest story that was never told
I give 'em extra like [?] hurt his community
Shoulda iced out his legs, how he finna run all his jewelry?
Funny nigga actin' finicky, energy all unusually
Call me Snotty Nose 'cause I get her in her body bro, she not immune to this
Let the bomb drop like it's Pearl Harbor, call my platoon [?]
I'm callin' all my dogs and my wolves out when the moon is lit
Got my guy on the AMG Model, yeah, with the newer kit
It's hard to throw a nigga the ball, like, what you gon' do with it?
Like I put the cocaine by the ceiling fan how I blew a brick
They called a nigga slime so long that I'm on my mucus shit
Dior flowers fell on her body, nigga, 'cause you's a trick
Brought flowers to your funeral, dripped in Dior, confusin', bitch
Got a goddess so divine she water slide, don't need no lubricant
And you are out of line if that Sprite don't got no screw in it
It's macaroni time, this cheese gon' spray up beautifully
I make the whip creep like Nightcrawler, I'm like a mutant, yeah
[Outro]
(Snotty Nose Mafia, bitch)