Trippie Redd
Spike Lee

[Intro]
Huh, huh

[Chorus]
Yeah, big blunt blazin', chain just hangin'
Bad bitch slangin', know I'm big dick slangin'
I got hunnid on my wrist, my bitch keep complainin'
Walking back and forth in the trap like a patient
And my neck too sick, it might be contagious
If you hang with the gang, then you know you getting paid
I got bitches on the left and gangstas on the wrist
Pour up pineapple Fanta in the goddamn Sprite
I'm a real deal geeker, I don't need no damn ice
Hella clips like a movie just like Spike Lee

[Verse]
Feeling like Gucci, baby, I'm so icy
Tell a bad bitch, "Hit the kitchen, steak and rice me"
Hit up Johnny Dang just to get goddamn icy
Shawty so sweet like a strawberry ice cream
Shawty got some cake, I'ma lick the damn icing
Pull up on your block, bitch, start a riot, tell 'еm, "Fight me"
I'm renegadе with that K, boy, don't even fucking hype me
Known to put red on a goddamn white tee
Money on your head, that's that shit that excite me
I just hit my plug, I need that drank, boy, nighty-nighty
Everyday I'm higher than a motherfucking kite be
Y2K swag, yeah, but I'm not a damn hypebeast
[Chorus]
Yeah, big blunt blazin', chain just hangin'
Bad bitch slangin', know I'm big dick slangin'
I got hunnid on my wrist, my bitch keep complainin'
Walking back and forth in the trap like a patient
And my neck too sick, it might be contagious
If you hang with the gang, then you know you getting paid
I got bitches on the left and gangstas on the wrist
Pour up pineapple Fanta in the goddamn Sprite
I'm a real deal geeker, I don't need no damn ice
Hella clips like a movie just like Spike Lee