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[Intro: Trippie Redd]
(Yeah) Yeah
Yeah, yeah (Yeah)
Yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah)
Yeah, yeah, uh, ayy

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Real exotic pimpin' (Pimpin’, uh)
Every bitch look different (Different, uh)
Run up all them digits (Digits, uh)
Yeah, you know my tolerance is different (Different, nah)
N***a, why you trippin'? (Trippin', yeah)
Bitch I get to flickin’ (Flickin', bow)

[Verse 1: Trippie Redd]
Ayy, rolling with the gang-gang-gang
Talk down bitch, we gon' hit you with that flame
We gon' torch your ass bitch, we gon' shoot you with that thang
Bang-bang-bang, blow a n***a brains
Talking down on gang, pussy n***a, snatch your chain
Fuck you and what you claim, n***a you's a lame
In this Lambo, switching lanes
Took your bitch to Raising Cane's
She get wet when I say her name
Took that bitch home straight to change
Play with killers from the main
800 gang, 1400 gang
N***a, what you bang?
You's a weak link
Bitch, I’m Great Dane
And I can’t be tamed
Shooters say no names
[Pre-Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Yeah, hold up, wait
Yeah, yeah, no, yeah
Yeah, yeah, uh

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Real exotic pimpin' (Pimpin’, uh)
Every bitch look different (Different, uh)
Run up all them digits (Digits, uh)
Yeah, you know my tolerance is different (Different, nah)
N***a, why you trippin'? (Trippin', yeah)
Bitch I get to flickin' (Flickin’, bow)

[Verse 2: Yung Bans]
Ridin' with that blicky
Strapped up Jimmy
Give her D, no Mickey
Pullin' on a Remy
Suck on this dick, don't kiss
I'm on drugs, ain't got no limit
In the street, this shit get wicked, yeah
Ayy, wicked, wicked, wicked, we don't do it for an image
Fuck around with the gang, get 'em gone, get 'em finished
I ain't sleepin' with the fishes, I send her to the clinic
Bro, don't worry 'bout that action, they don't even wanna scrimmage
Yeah, yeah
[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Real exotic pimpin' (Pimpin', uh)
Every bitch look different (Different, uh)
Run up all them digits (Digits, uh)
Yeah, you know my tolerance is different (Different, nah)
N***a, why you trippin'? (Trippin', yeah)
Bitch I get to flickin' (Flickin', bow)

[Verse 3: A1Billionaire]
I love Trippie Redd
Adios
Chopper hit your face, take off your nose
I don't know, yeah
Fuckin' with this bitch across the globe (Yeah, yeah)
If she fuckin' with my pimpin'
Watch this chopper get to spittin'
Du-du-du, now you a victim
We got guns like Red Redemption
Had that weight and I was [?]
Bitch, I'm ballin' in your district
Turn your block to a bar mitzvah
These n***as funny, no more Simpsons
And that bitch thought you were Griffin
N***as talkin' 'bout they block until we pull up and we off 'em
[?] option [?] in space on autopilot
Don't want your bitch 'cause she got mileage
She give brain, like, what is college?
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