Trippie Redd Can You Rap Like Me, Pt. 2 Lyrics

(I love Trippie Redd)

Yeah, big blunts I like to roast up

Pussy get no love and no luck, I don’t fuckin’ know ya

Chillin with the gang, I like to post up

Get up off the block if I don’t know ya

You’re dealin’ with some soldiers

I ride with the motherfuckin’ pole, bruh

I ride with the motherfuckin’ pole, bruh

I rise with the motherfuckin’ pole, bruh

And you know I’m motherfuckin’ poppin’, silly

Pop a pilly, pop a nigga head like amoxicillin

I’m a villain really, don’t show no pitty

I’m hassadiddy to these bitches, bitch

She hot and juicy, I’m hot and gritty

How you hot and shitty? Wait, ’cause shit hot

But you know your shit not

My shit make the whole city rock and ditty bop

I spit it off the titty top and if you don’t like it then fuck nigga

Eat a itty bitty cock

Yeah, eeny-meenie-miney moe, catch a thottie by her toe

If I let her go, then I’ll pro’lly fuck another hoe

I’m stacking paper like a bond, she slimey, she not a rider

A nigga got bars, who’s your service provider?

Still searching for a lighter, too many that sound just like us

We get rewarded for the likeness, get too many plaques like gingivitis

Got the touch like King Midas, I eat the beat, I get the itis

Creative player, high bars like I turned up all the sliders

Okay, pop a silly like amoxicillin, when I pop the trigger

Drop a nigga, then he shook his body like a Macarena

Mop a stranger, he was staring strange catching improper angles

God can’t save you, suck my bitch from the back, call it Palms Angels

I bet when that nigga hype offend ya, they be all angry

I told Trippie three years ago that this game was ours, nigga

Bathing Ape face mask like these rappers got S.A.R.S., nigga

I be in the background, you could see that I’m a star, nigga

I got where I am, being exactly who I are, nigga

You ain’t protected at the garage out your car, nigga

I’m the bomb, just like a warhead, go to war just like a jarhead

Give this dog a bone, this nigga wasn’t gonna catch it like that shit was far fetched

Young nigga, staying on point just like a bayonet

Who’s rolling top down, bumpin’ on the main street, then I sprayed the ‘Vette

Just a young nigga, but I been doin’ it so long, they gotta praise the vet

For my niggas in lockdown and the crimees that really plead the fifth

Pouring lean inside the booth, yeah I’m multitasking these multimillions

M-16’ll blow out your blow-up mattress, you know what’s brackin’