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[intro]
(loesoe goin’ crazy)
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[chorus: trippie redd]
yeah, expansions in the mansion, that’s my hideout
f-ck the b-tch, she kiss and tell, i gave her timeout
out here gettin’ paper, b-tch, i’m on the grind now
h-lla f&ns and drums when we slide out
foenem brazy, just got home, they wanna ride out
make you meet your maker, f-ck your soul, we takin’
[verse 1: trippie redd]
woke up in the mornin’, b-tches makin’ eggs and bacon
makin’ multi-millions while you n-ggas makin’ statements
makin’ love to your b-tch and makin’ what you can’t make
n-ggas love talkin’ sh-t until they cannot talk no morе
i got love in the city but i cannot love a hoе
out the country and sh-t with a bad lil’ model hoe
rockin’ red like i’m santa, red and black carbon, red bandana
infrared beam in a red ‘rari, took the red eye from a red carbon
f-ck a red bone with a red heart, took the red pill now i’m heartless
mr. redd don’t give a f-ck, he know that n-gga came from darkness
mr. redd don’t give a f-ck, that boy’ll turn you to a carcass
is you actin’ tough with me? lil’ b-tch, is you r-t-rded?
p-ssies reachin’ for the top the most’ll hit the ground the hardest
she want suck my sword because she said that i’m the sharpest
i’m the dark knight, b-tch, in some bright ice, b-tch
this a gang, not a clique, fully loaded auto’ with that switch

[chorus: trippie redd]
yeah, expansions in the mansion, that’s my hideout
f-ck the b-tch, she kiss and tell, i gave her timeout
out here gettin’ paper, b-tch, i’m on the grind now
h-lla f&ns and drums when we slide out
foenem brazy, just got home, they wanna ride out
make you meet your maker, f-ck your soul, we takin’
[verse 2: fijimacintosh]
catch a opp and turn to bacon, icey like a laker
this a game of lemonade she tell me, “what side you gon’ pick?”
just saw a n-gga catch a pig cutting in from them
i just smoked a brand of runtz and landed on a f-ckin’ blimp (yeah)
all these blue hundreds in my left pocket, n-gga, i ain’t bangin’ crip
my youngin’ ready to catch a stain and he’ll do it anywhere
that lil’ petty sh-t you makin’, we’ll throw it in the air
i bought my b-tch new cha-nay-nay, she’ll f-ck me anywhere (sh-t, godd-mn)
my b-tch boujee, look at my fingernail before i put ’em in ’em
why the f-ck this n-gga mad at me? his b-tch under my picture
i could really post the sh-t and make you mad and make you bicker
i got a bag and it’s way bigger, i’m on the x, i know they could feel it
balenci’ boots and rick the denim, lord, forgive me, i know i’m a sinner
fashion k!ller, codeine sipper, b-tches beggin’ to take down my zipper
p-ssy good, i might just tip her, yeah (it really good)
i don’t smoke no swishers, sweet, b-tch, i’m rollin’ raw again
walk around the mansion with my chopper, i won’t never panic (ayy)

[chorus: trippie redd & fijimacintosh]
yeah, expansions in the mansion, that’s my hideout (ayy)
f-ck the b-tch, she kiss and tell, i gave her timeout
out here gettin’ paper, b-tch, i’m on the grind now (oh, okay)
h-lla f&ns and drums when we slide out
foenem brazy, just got home, they wanna ride out
make you meet your maker, f-ck your soul, we takin’

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