Big 14 – Trippie Redd Feat. MoneyBagg Yo & Offset
Quotable Lyrics:
Don’t come outside, we send them killers at your door (Door), huh, yeah (Yeah)
Talk down on the gang, lil’ b*tch, we slice your throat (Slice), huh, yeah
Brand new Wraith, it got the cloth, look like a ghost (Cloth), huh, yeah (Woo)
On the yacht, let’s have a toast ’cause I’m the G.O.A.T. (Yeah), huh, yeah (Yeah)
I just spent like thirty thousand on some clothes (Clothes), yeah (Ayy, thirty)
And just made a hundred thousand for a show (Show), yeah (Yeah, hey)
With them slimes, you know them ni**as wipe your nose (Slime), yeah (Slime)
Leave his body red like Kool-Aid Man, like, oh (Oh), yeah (Yeah)
Stackin’ and flippin’ that money, not sellin’ my soul (Stackin’ that)
Walk in that room, told that b*tch not to slip on my drip ’cause it’s all on the floor (Don’t slip)
Trap all this sh*t in the Nawf, in the ‘bando, they knock at the door like Jehovah (Knock, knock)
I keep a hundred round drum in the back of my trunk and it bite like a Cobra (Grrah, grrah, grrah)
Feelin’ like Tony Montana, the world is mine, we runnin’ the globe (Mine)
Get the f**k up, I don’t know (Go)
Thirty-round Glock for the internet trolls (Bah)
F**8k on a thot, I’ma pay for the bros (Yes, sir)
Count up a M in one night in my Rolls (Count up)
Put this sh*t on me or put me in Vogue
Straight out the Nawf, Big 34 (Nawf)
Think that we soft and we shoot out your soul (Hey, soul)
