[Intro: Trippie Redd] La la la la lalala lalala la Hey, uh Yeah, uh, ayy [Chorus: Trippie Redd] Drip too hard Don't get too close, chopper close, my pistol close Know I keep them missiles close Your bitch love me, that's for sure Hundreds on me and you know Get the bread, count the loaf Your bitch with me, that's for sure You know, yeah, uh, you know it Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, you know it Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, you know it Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, uh, you know it [Verse 1: Trippie Redd] Pour up, four up, pour more up No love, smoking gas, smell like throwup These niggas wanna be me when they grow up Opposition wanna diss gang hoping that they glow up Consequences to the damn streets, nigga, go and pick your bro up It could be your mama or your auntie, nigga, bullets got no love Everybody wanna read my lines since I done glowed up Tell them motherfuckers I ain't got time, meetings to my shoulders Everybody get the damn decline, I don't pick the phone up All my bitches stand in single file lines like some damn soldiers Stand attention How that's your bitch but she stay in my mentions? She come for the stuff, put my dick in a different dimension Know that my fingers be itching, palms is itching [Chorus: Trippie Redd] Drip too hard Don't get too close, chopper close, my pistol close Know I keep them missiles close Your bitch love me, that's for sure Hundreds on me and you know Get the bread, count the loaf Your bitch with me, that's for sure You know, yeah, uh, you know it Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, you know it Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, you know it Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, uh, you know it [Verse 2: K Suave] I keep them pistols close Can't fuck with niggas 'cause they ass too broke She just popped a Xan' and it got her moving slow Spent nine hundred on the drank I just poured I love shoving my dick down her throat, make her choke Even though I made it out, bitch, I'm still in the trap Bad bitch wanna fuck me 'cause she know I got racks Housekeeping came in and just clean up the mess Been here for two weeks, why you asking where I'm at? Damn, fucked this lil' one bitch from the southside tryna set me up but I ain't lack Bitch, my life amazing, suite life on deck Balling hard, baby, Mitchell & Ness I got money coming in, so why would I stress? He had a vest on but got hit in the neck Stick on me, stick on Kobe, shooting everything, yeah She say I get romantic when I'm off that lean, yeah [?] we eating bossanova Hundred thousand on my neck, got me colder Bitch, I got range like a Rover She say I'm mean but I'm just bipolar I'm in them guts like an organ donor Dripping too hard, baby, I been glowed up [Chorus: Trippie Redd] Drip too hard Don't get too close, chopper close, my pistol close Know I keep them missiles close Your bitch love me, that's for sure Hundreds on me and you know Get the bread, count the loaf Your bitch with me, that's for sure You know, yeah, uh, you know it Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, you know it Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, you know it Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, uh, you know it
That lil siren in the background that goes off like every 10 -15 seconds ...shit beautiful
the beginning is so fucking good wtf, hope that everybody who sees this has a good day
Shoutout to u blud
Much love from Miami
YESSIRR EVEN TOOK THAT WEIRD INTRO OUT!
Thank u brah saved my life
this song feels so nostalgic
Straight vibe😪
🔥🔥🔥
🤩🦋
this gotta be pierre this shit euphoric
Loesoe produced actually sound like a Pierre beat tho
Muy buen tema 1400
Can we get k suave drugs and guns :/
[Intro: Trippie Redd]
La la la la lalala lalala la
Hey, uh
Yeah, uh, ayy
[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Drip too hard
Don't get too close, chopper close, my pistol close
Know I keep them missiles close
Your bitch love me, that's for sure
Hundreds on me and you know
Get the bread, count the loaf
Your bitch with me, that's for sure
You know, yeah, uh, you know it
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, you know it
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, you know it
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, uh, you know it
[Verse 1: Trippie Redd]
Pour up, four up, pour more up
No love, smoking gas, smell like throwup
These niggas wanna be me when they grow up
Opposition wanna diss gang hoping that they glow up
Consequences to the damn streets, nigga, go and pick your bro up
It could be your mama or your auntie, nigga, bullets got no love
Everybody wanna read my lines since I done glowed up
Tell them motherfuckers I ain't got time, meetings to my shoulders
Everybody get the damn decline, I don't pick the phone up
All my bitches stand in single file lines like some damn soldiers
Stand attention
How that's your bitch but she stay in my mentions?
She come for the stuff, put my dick in a different dimension
Know that my fingers be itching, palms is itching
[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Drip too hard
Don't get too close, chopper close, my pistol close
Know I keep them missiles close
Your bitch love me, that's for sure
Hundreds on me and you know
Get the bread, count the loaf
Your bitch with me, that's for sure
You know, yeah, uh, you know it
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, you know it
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, you know it
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, uh, you know it
[Verse 2: K Suave]
I keep them pistols close
Can't fuck with niggas 'cause they ass too broke
She just popped a Xan' and it got her moving slow
Spent nine hundred on the drank I just poured
I love shoving my dick down her throat, make her choke
Even though I made it out, bitch, I'm still in the trap
Bad bitch wanna fuck me 'cause she know I got racks
Housekeeping came in and just clean up the mess
Been here for two weeks, why you asking where I'm at?
Damn, fucked this lil' one bitch from the southside tryna set me up but I ain't lack
Bitch, my life amazing, suite life on deck
Balling hard, baby, Mitchell & Ness
I got money coming in, so why would I stress?
He had a vest on but got hit in the neck
Stick on me, stick on Kobe, shooting everything, yeah
She say I get romantic when I'm off that lean, yeah
[?] we eating bossanova
Hundred thousand on my neck, got me colder
Bitch, I got range like a Rover
She say I'm mean but I'm just bipolar
I'm in them guts like an organ donor
Dripping too hard, baby, I been glowed up
[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Drip too hard
Don't get too close, chopper close, my pistol close
Know I keep them missiles close
Your bitch love me, that's for sure
Hundreds on me and you know
Get the bread, count the loaf
Your bitch with me, that's for sure
You know, yeah, uh, you know it
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, you know it
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, you know it
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, uh, you know it
Your B.... With Me That's Fo Sho 😂!
This music is so legendary it fills my heart with eternal sadness. Uganda Forver 😭