Trippie Redd Dangerous Lyrics

[Trippie Redd:]

We need some people that’ll kill for us

We need some people that’ll die for us

We need some bitches that’s gone ride for us

Because this shit is so dangerous

This life I’m living, so dangerous

The people around me, so dangerous

The drugs around me, so dangerous

This money on me, so dangerous

[Rocket Da Goon:]

This life I chose this shit get dangerous

I’m doing so much drugs I know this shit get dangerous

I’m hanging with the dope boys, you can’t hang with us

When I’m going through some things baby fill up my cup

Please just leave me alone, I want to be in my zone

In the studio late night, I don’t even pick up my phone

Pulling up to the crib, paranoid one in the dome

Spinnin’ the block two times, make sure you don’t follow me home

Politicking on a ticket me and my niggas trying to get it

He said he want a chicken, I told him don’t think about it, my nigga just get it

Whatever you with, I’m with it, you already know that

I’m with the big homie’s right now and they trying to dress like Kodak

I’m sipping on lean, I’m floatin’

I pop me a Percocet I get in my emotions

You don’t know where I been or where I’m going

I’m on Pluto right now, I’m focused

[Trippie Redd:]

We need some people that’ll kill for us

We need some people that’ll die for us

We need some bitches that’s gone ride for us

Because this shit is so dangerous

This life I’m living, so dangerous

The people around me, so dangerous

The drugs around me, so dangerous

This money on me, so dangerous

[Chris King:]

They don’t know I’m strange enough too play with guns

The thing was, when cops come put your bangers up

Your favorite model paid to fuck, you’re rollin’ on they lacing yours with angel dust

Spray em up you say too much

Graveyard shifted a nigga he late too much

Pull a pin from a hand grenade and feed it to him looking like he ate too much, God damn

Slime bucket on your snotty nose

Quick kick left his body froze

Seventeen inside the boot

Like my nigga’s off of Holly Grove

Fuck my blunt, I never got it rolled

You walking lick and you a pot of gold

I be sippin’ on lean till my body fall

Fucking with rock is my hobby though

Put your body where nobody knows

You owing me, [?]

Come out you fuck boy, what you hidin’ for

Your funeral, soon [?]

She give me good head like a honor roll

And I got some good weed that Imma’ roll

I am a king you should honor most

Stick to the script they didn’t get a code

Sippin’ on Wock but you know we don’t run out of Tech

Rocking Air Force 1’s while gripping the Tec, that’s a Nike Tec

Phoneline tapped, feds love to intercept

Hanging with the real right, get hit with the left

If you come to disrespect

[Trippie Redd:]

We need some people that’ll kill for us

We need some people that’ll die for us

We need some bitches that’s gone ride for us

Because this shit is so dangerous

This life I’m living, so dangerous

The people around me, so dangerous

The drugs around me, so dangerous

This money on me, so dangerous