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[Chorus: Trippie Redd] Hold up, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, I can teach that bitch my language like Rosetta Stone, yeah Fuck that bitch one time and then I'm phoning home, yeah Talk down, you get shot to your dome, yeah Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah I had to slime some niggas out, I damn near wiped they nose, yeah Pussy nigga know I came from toting poles And you ain't built like that, lil' nigga, you can get exposed, yeah Yeah, yeah (Yeah) Yeah, yeah [Verse 1: Trippie Redd] Fuck nigga, what you want? Huh (What you want?) Know we keep them choppers like a movie role (Movie role) I just need to know, is it truly smoke? (Truly smoke) Yeah, 'cause you know we want the smoke, we truly want (Truly want) To bust shots at the opposition Pussy nigga, you ain't really in the right position To be talking that gangster shit, pussy, you get hit coming She like bah, bah, bah, get shot in your head, man Yeah, get shot where the headband 'posed to be at Pussy nigga, huh, yeah, uh, uh Pussy nigga, huh, yeah You can get hit up [Chorus: Trippie Redd] Hold up, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, I can teach that bitch my language like Rosetta Stone, yeah Fuck that bitch one time and then I'm phoning home, yeah Talk down, you get shot to your dome, yeah Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah I had to slime some niggas out, I damn near wiped they nose, yeah Pussy nigga know I came from toting poles And you ain't built like that, lil' nigga, you can get exposed, yeah Yeah, yeah (Yeah) Yeah, yeah [Verse 2: Coi Leray] Yeah, uno, dos, tres, yeah, come and give me head This a Glock .40, yeah, leave a nigga dead Niggas be lackin', yeah, catch that nigga in traffic, shot him in the back Might take your bitch, yeah, she wanna hang with the gang but this ain't that Boy be telling, yeah, can't fuck with these opp ass niggas, they all rats Hopped in my bag, Birkin, got out all this cash earned it Tell me what you need, serve it, man, I make these bitches nervous Yeah, yeah, ayy, ooh Mmh, mmh, mmh, ayy It's a Glock .40 [Chorus: Trippie Redd] Hold up, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, I can teach that bitch my language like Rosetta Stone, yeah Fuck that bitch one time and then I'm phoning home, yeah Talk down, you get shot to your dome, yeah Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah I had to slime some niggas out, I damn near wiped they nose, yeah Pussy nigga know I came from toting poles And you ain't built like that, lil' nigga, you can get exposed, yeah Yeah, yeah (Yeah) Yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
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