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trippie redd & lil baby - dark brotherhood lyrics

[intro]
(je t’aime, trippie redd)
(i’m shy, oh my god)
(this is a certified hood classic)

[chorus: trippie redd]
no face, no case, so my homie wear a mask
keep a chopper on his waist, he’ll draw that b+tch fast
get the f+ck up out my face if you ain’t talkin’ ’bout cash
big deal, i’m a titan and these n+ggas wanna clash
we’ll run up to your door and dash
boy, we keep the choppers, we get busy
most turnt n+gga in the bity
know we keep it litty like a titty
this b+tch high as h+ll, hit the whippet can until she get dizzy
[verse 1: trippie redd]
i need three hundred k in every d+mn city
twenty thousand people every night and yes, b+tch, i brought the gang with mе
p+ssy shot the bus up, but he missed mе
they was mad they homeboy ran down and got a smooth buck fifty
if i buck, then the gang buck with me
vvs the gang, baby, yeah, f+ck with me
send a couple shots and see what’s up with me
d+mn, i see the opps, i’ma shoot, bae, duck with me
and it’s in her purse, she slidin’ too, she clutch with me
if the cops pull me over, then she put it in her kitty
walkin’ through my hood with a drum, it hold like fifty
5.56 for them n+ggas bein’ dumb, no kizzy
off a percocet, got my mind dancin’ like shiggy
the big boss, no rick ross, b+tch, more like biggie
i been puffin’ on this gas, got me feelin’ like diddy
catch an opp, walk ’em down, then hit the d+mn griddy

[chorus: trippie redd]
no face, no case, so my homie wear a mask
keep a chopper on his waist, he’ll draw that b+tch fast
get the f+ck up out my face if you ain’t talkin’ ’bout cash
big deal, i’m a titan and these n+ggas wanna clash
we’ll run up to your door and dash
boy, we keep the choppers, we get busy
most turnt n+gga in the bity
know we keep it litty like a titty
this b+tch high as h+ll, hit the whippet can until she get dizzy
[verse 2: lil baby]
got the ‘rari doin’ donuts, called her, said she with her boyfriend, i’m like, “so what?”
took a pj to the money, now i’m stuck in traffic, tell the pilot, “hold up”
we done came from the bottom, i ain’t had no other choice but to go up
now i’m jumpin’ on stage, need one+point— shh, just to show up
i’m the littest in the city, cubans on, it be hard to chill
ten carats, it be hard to hear, my hood treat me like a god for real
they know i been hustlin’ all my life and i ain’t never had a job for real
count it up and then take flight
hit it, then forget it, same night
i remember bein’ stuck off in the trap, found a plug and then i got right
these n+ggas with me always keep a mask, i can’t trust a soul, these n+ggas shiesty
i done took a gamble with my life
4 gang, everybody piped
count a hundred million, that’s my vibe
gotta hit sh+t, man, when you slide

- trippie redd lil baby lyrics

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