MP5 – Trippie Redd lyrics

Lyrics MP5 – Trippie Redd

Mp5 lyrics
Hop out a GT3 with an MP5 (Bah)
Yeah, I got ice like Alaska, jet to Dubai (On gang, yeah)
Had to spread my wings to teach ’em all how to fly
Yeah, you niggas square, divide ’em by pi
Yeah, rolling ’round, three GMC’s, ’bout to be a drive-by
(Brrah)
Your lil’ homie know what’s up with me, talk down, you gon’ die
(You gon’ die)
Keep that forty on my lap, I spent like twenty-four on my
Rollie
When you see me out in LA, just know I’m balling like Kobe

I’ve been number one, bitch, don’t need no trophy
Know we crackheads, pass me the rock and I’ll be balling like
Kobe
Rolling down the 101, not no Zoey
I stay stacking with my twin for the win, Zack & Cody
You niggas be hating, Mister Moseby (Mister Moseby ass nigga)
Stackin’ it up on lowkey
Stay stackin’ up (Stack), rackin’ up, triple OG
Fuck stress, stay blessed (Yeah), get away from the phony

Hop out a GT3 with an MP5
Yeah, I got ice like Alaska, jet to Dubai (On gang, yeah)
Had to spread my wings to teach ’em all how to fly
Yeah, you niggas square, divide ’em by pi
Yeah, rolling ’round, three GMC’s, ’bout to be a drive-by
(Brrah)
Your lil’ homie know what’s up with me, talk down, you gon’ die
(You gon’ die)
Keep that forty on my lap, I spent like twenty-four on my
Rollie
When you see me out in LA, just know I’m balling like Kobe

Light that shit up (Go)
Walk in the spot, I’ma pipe that shit up (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, them niggas hating my swag, them niggas so bitter (Yeah)
I thought I told them lil’ niggas I’m hard hitter (Taking that
shit to the heart)
Yeah, I thought I told you lil’ niggas I’m go getter (Tell them
lil’ niggas, on God)
Pressure don’t matter, like how could you fold, nigga? (How
could you, bitch? Oh my God)
Yeah, how could you let the hate sit in your soul, nigga? (How
could that sit in your soul?)

Yeah, shorty a demon, a real soul switcher (Oh my God, how did
you know?)
Young nigga stepping on toes (Go)
Handle that shit like you grown (Go)
Doing this shit on my lone
Ayy, I got that bag by my own (Woah)
Fuck it, I’m in the zone
Ghost, like, nigga, I’m gone (Skrrt, skrrt)
Hop in that Ghost, I’m ghost, I’m gone

Hop out a GT3 with an MP5 (Bah)
Yeah, I got ice like Alaska, jet to Dubai (On gang, yeah)
Had to spread my wings to teach ’em all how to fly (Yeah)
Yeah, you niggas square, divide ’em by pi
Yeah, rolling ’round, three GMC’s, ’bout to be a drive-by
Your lil’ homie know what’s up with me, talk down, you gon’ die
(You gon’ die)
Keep that forty on my lap, I spent like twenty-four on my
Rollie (Woo)
When you see me out in LA, just know I’m balling like Kobeee

MP5 – Trippie Redd lyrics
MP5 - Trippie Redd
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