letra de hate - trippie redd
[chorus: trippie redd, zelly ocho & k suave]
yeah, f-ck your money, f-ck your fame, we are not the same
yeah, that’s my brother, that’s my blood, man, we all the same
yeah, the first n-gga act outta’ line, he gon’ get hit close range
yeah, red dead redemption, i pull out that .30 and aim for the brain (bah)
we in a rari, we in a bentley, we in a whole different lane
yeah, hit the b-tch once, she callin’ back, i don’t even know the hoe namе
she wanna kick it, i’m not with that, i sent that ho straight on a plane
yеah, we gettin’ fly, we gettin’ high, i’m in the sky like a crane
she let me hit, she think i’m famous, she do not f-ck with no lames (woo)
i’m a dark knight, but when i’m with gang, they say that i’m more like bane (yeah)
play with the gang, you know that they knockin’ off brains (brains)
we still in the block, we go hard in the paint
i stay with my glock, you get hit on the face
[verse: trippie redd, zelly ocho & k suave]
i’m king of the hill, i feel like hank
purple glocky like a saint
he slid in a honda, i slide in a tank
he not with the gang, he don’t got a rank
i’m walkin’ around with the motherf-ckin’ bank (bag)
smokin’ on gas, smokin’ on dank (b-tch)
blowin’ a bag, givin’ her face
put on my mask, too much hate
pull up with chopps, now my opps in a lake
got some cops in the block, now we hoppin’ a gate
we from 800 block where the opps do not hang
we from 800 block where the opps do not bang
i got pulled over, i don’t know a thing
run up some racks, he gon’ get you a train (racks)
run up some racks, he gon’ get you a name
my bro from the chi’ and he lettin’ it bang
you keep saving hoes, i’ma get you a cape (yeah)
my b-tch is a ten out of eight
i told you i’m cozy, k?
you probably wouldn’t even make it this way
broke ass games, i don’t know how to play
gun too big, it’ll blow up your face (yes)
racks on me, she tryna see what i weigh
when i’m in new orleans, i feel like a saint
keep one in the head ’cause these n-ggas all fake
got booked for a show but i’m showin’ up late
presidential, you know how i’m ridin’
i just showed ’em the racks, now she quiet
she just took a fake perc, now she dyin’
in expensive threads, rocking high end
[outro]
(goontex)
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