Trippie Redd I Kill People Lyrics

[Tadoe:]

Ayy, what’s poppin’?

You know how the fuck we bleed, man

We get money and kill people, man

You hear me, man?

We don’t rap beef, man

We slide, man, we drill people, man

Bomin’ like Obama do and trap for the gunner too, man

I only speak facts and count racks, man and send packs, man

Let’s get it

[Trippie Redd:]

Ayy, ayy, ayy

Shawty know I kill people, real people

From the trenches where it’s real lethal, tote real regals

Big body, what’s your build boy? Ill boy

Nigga need to find his chill boy, yeah

Shawty know I kill people, real people

From the trenches where it’s real lethal, tote real regals

Big body, what’s your build boy? Ill boy

Nigga need to find his chill boy

Foenem tweaking, we gon’ show his ass for real boy, yeah

Foenem tweaking, I’ma buss him up, yeah

Foenem tweaking, I’ma buss him up, yeah

Foenem tweaking, I’ma buss him up

[Tadoe:]

Tote somethin’ illegal

Hit your block with them guys, hop out, kill people

Got a Glock four-five, and it’s real lethal (let’s get it)

Bitch, you know we fry, we really kill people (bang bang)

Bitch I’m with the gang, we catch a body gang (gang gang)

Bitch we gang bang off in the lobby man (bang)

Catch a nigga lackin’, it’s a hobby man

Pop him in the noggin, leave him sloppy man

Hit your block, we gon’ swerve shit (skrt skrt)

In the trap, I’m posted with the birds bitch (skrt skrt)

I don’t rap beef, what’s the words bitch? (huh?)

Niggas sneak dissin’, lemme hurt (bang bang)

[Trippie Redd:]

Ayy, ayy, ayy

Shawty know I kill people, real people

From the trenches where it’s real lethal, tote real regals

Big body, what’s your build boy? Ill boy

Nigga need to find his chill boy, yeah

Shawty know I kill people, real people

From the trenches where it’s real lethal, tote real regals

Big body, what’s your build boy? Ill boy

Nigga need to find his chill boy

Foenem tweaking, we gon’ show his ass for real boy, yeah

Foenem tweaking, I’ma buss him up, yeah

Foenem tweaking, I’ma buss him up, yeah

Foenem tweaking, I’ma buss him up

[Chief Keef:]

Everyone same side for lil bro, Ice Age all of my clothes

How I ball, you think I went pro, I’m in the hood, bricks go

She show me her thong, Cisco, she’s high and ready to go

I’m hungrier than a hippo, Aim FN, how I get low

Got a new scope and it got zoom and I’m in that yoom

Baby, I know you smell that fume

Just get down, you hear that boom

In the back of the ‘Bach and this bitch got room

Magazine got colored shells, half green, half blue

Smoking on that cook’, someone bring me a pot

All these diamonds, I don’t get hot

Young nigga really from them blocks

Ayy pussy, here we come. if you ready or not

On probation but I tote Glocks, walk through court, smellin like pot

[Trippie Redd:]

Ayy, ayy, ayy

Shawty know I kill people, real people

From the trenches where it’s real lethal, tote real regals

Big body, what’s your build boy? Ill boy

Nigga need to find his chill boy, yeah

Shawty know I kill people, real people

From the trenches where it’s real lethal, tote real regals

Big body, what’s your build boy? Ill boy

Nigga need to find his chill boy

Foenem tweaking, we gon’ show his ass for real boy, yeah

Foenem tweaking, I’ma buss him up, yeah

Foenem tweaking, I’ma buss him up, yeah

Foenem tweaking, I’ma buss him up