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trippie redd & big30 - high hopes lyrics

[intro: trippie redd]
(the manager)
big 14, know what the f+ck goin’ on
(dj on the beat, so it’s a banger)
yeah

[chorus: trippie redd]
i was just broke (broke)
i was just outside with that fire, i was just slidin’, ho (slide)
feds outside the trap house, i was outside high on a boat (yeah)
i don’t get drunk, only sip drank, told a b+tch, “ride the boat (ride)
but, b+tch, don’t get no high hopes” (high)
i done sold a couple kis
lebron, i got a couple rings (rings)
big chops, a couple beams (beams)
we gon’ hit ’em with the gleam (bah)
chrome heart cutlery (yeah)
he a rat, he like cheese (cheese)
he done told a couple things (ew)
it was like a spelling bee (b+tch)
[verse 1: trippie redd]
yeah, uh, fresh as h+ll, don’t give a f+ck
his partner died, go cheer him up
you know i’m fried like chicken, huh
off this xan’, ain’t gettin’ up
off ecstasy, might lift her up (yeah)
off this percocet, might d+ck her down
take a sip and drown (yeah)
and i got that cannon in the cut if it’s on, huh
impressed by my own work
yeah, i did my homework
yeah, you know your phone work
give your dog a bone, huh
you know how that dog work
you know how that dog work
pet
yeah, rrr
yeah, rrr (ha)
pull up in that trackhawk, have that b+tch like, “rrr” (skrrt)
n+gga wanna play, want smoke, we like, “rrr”
yeah, i pulled up with the chop, it go, “rrr” (f+ck)

[chorus: trippie redd & big30]
i was just broke (broke)
i was just outside with that fire, i was just slidin’, ho (slide)
feds outside the trap house, i was outside high on a boat (yeah)
i don’t get drunk, only sip drank, told a b+tch, “ride the boat (ride)
but, b+tch, don’t get no high hopes” (high)
i done sold a couple kis
lebron, i got a couple rings (rings)
big chops, a couple beams (beams)
we gon’ hit ’em with the gleam (bah)
chrome heart cutlery (yeah, chrome)
he a rat, he like cheese (cheese, blrrrd)
he done told a couple things (to the dome, ew)
it was like a spelling bee (ayy, b+tch)
[verse 2: big30]
i’m a don in a dawn (in a dawn)
in the dawn with a gun (with a gun)
three hundred k on this watch (three hundred bun), but it’s my big brother sean (kingston)
n+gga ain’t takin’ sh+t from me (uh+uh), gotta cut off my arm (cut off my arm)
1911 bullets (ayy), better run when i pull back my thumb
i want blood, p+ssy (i want blood), boy, i want blood, p+ssy (i want blood)
i need ten bodies for my n+gga (ayy) and that’s on cuz, p+ssy (i want blood)
mpd know how i move, keep k!llers and drugs with me
don’t call me twin if you ain’t thug or send no slug with me (blrrrd, blrrrd)
hit the club throwin’ fifties (yeah), drippin’, got hoes showin’ titties (yeah, yeah)
my entourage get paid for steppin’ on sh+t, blowin’ switches (blowin’ switches)
never ask where we goin’, just come on if you goin’ with me (goin’ with me)
every time i slide, i show my ass (blrrrd, blrrrd), do a free show in memphis (show in memphis)

- trippie redd big30 lyrics

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