Trippie Redd 1400 / 999 Freestyle Lyrics

[Juice WRLD:]

Uh

I fucked that bitch [?]

I fucked that bitch in the back with the Burberry on

I fucked that bitch in the back with the Burberry on

Yeah

I fucked that bitch in the back with the Burberry on

And ’till this day, that lil’ bitch know all my songs

My choppa like Kid N Play, put a bullet hole in your afro, aw

Walk in the bank, I’m laughing, aw

These niggas square like Madison, oh

I ball out like Madison, oh

Four quarter shorty, shoot up your party

I’m a different man when I’m off of the molly

Used to take five xans to the face in the morning

Now I take Percs, my stomach turnin’

Stop taking Percs, my stomach burnin’

May take a half when I hit it from the back

I’ma beat the shit up like Ike Turner

Check that bitch like she got Nike on her

Look at my wrist, it dance

Look at your bitch, she dance too

Look at me, I’m the man

Percocet don’t do xans, boo

Run up on me, I blam

I got my head on my ham, ooh

Run up on me, I blam

I got my head on my hammer

You swipe like a credit card scammer

Bad bitch, yeah, I know she a scammer

Fuck that bitch, then I’m out of the jammer

Dunk on a bitch, NBA, I’m jammin’

Bad bitch from the back, I’m crammin’

Her pussy like wonderland

Go to her body like Wonder woman

Flying that bitch, I’m wonder man

[Trippie Redd:]

Slip back lil bitch back like a Perc

She on the dick, do the work

Can’t take the dick, she gon’ squirt

Fucking that bitch ’til she hurt

Using a condom won’t burn

I’m in this ‘rari, I swerve

Smoking on all of this herb

I feel like I’m leaving Earth

I keep a .30, no Perc

Boom, boom, boom

Blow a bitch down, it’s gon’ hurt

All that bullshit for the birds

Kick that shit right to the curb

I keep that drink like a clerk

Dealing with pain, I deserve

Two tone [?]

Two two threes and they berzerk

I get that check on the first

I get that check on the second

And I get that check on the third

Beefing with me, get you merked

Looking for me, better search

I just think giving them hell

My brother whipping them bells

He do that shit by his self

I did this shit by myself

Two fifties, that’s a deal

Swerving in this ‘rari and these bitches all black, yeah

Hanging with them plugs, talking down and you get zapped, yeah

All the bullshit they be talking is big cap, yeah

I’m talking real shit, that trill shit, no cap, yeah

Real rap, yeah, had to bring it back, yeah

1400, 800, nigga, them big facts, yeah

[Juice WRLD:]

I fucked that bitch in the back with the Burberry on

And ’till this day, that lil’ bitch know all my songs

My choppa like Kid N Play, put a bullet hole in your afro, aw

Walk in the bank, I’m laughing, aw

These niggas square like Madison, oh

I ball out like Madison, oh

Four quarter shorty, shoot up your party

I’m a different man when I’m off of the molly

Used to take five xans to the face in the morning

Now I take Percs, my stomach turnin’

Stop taking Percs, my stomach burnin’

May take a half when I hit it from the back

I’ma beat the shit up like Ike Turner

Check that bitch like she got Nike on her