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Trippie Redd

"Angry Vibes"

[Intro]
Ayy, woo, bands, real n*ggas, woo
Dee Beats

[Verse 1]
Real n*ggas live by the code
Catch a n*gga lacking with my f*cking bros
I don't f*ck with opps, all y'all n*ggas hoes
Met a few of 'em, y'all can get exposed
With my n*gga .9, yeah, up the pole
Put it to your nose, leave your body froze
Do a drill, catch another body though
Like that's my f*cking hobby, yo

[Chorus 1]
I'm a real n*gga in the field with ya
Do a drill with you with my lil' n*ggas
Keep it trill, pop a couple pills with ya
King Trippie, keep it real with ya
I'm a real n*gga in the field with ya
Do a drill with you with my lil' n*ggas (Goddamn)
Keep it trill, pop a couple pills with ya
King Trippie, keep it real with ya

[Verse 2]
Lil' n*gga, let them llamas fly
Leave a young n*gga so traumatized
Totin' gats jit, all my n*ggas ride
Don't make me make another mama cry
Do a drill, catch another homicide
Fix your face, n*gga, you got butterflies?
Chopper at your throat and you afraid to die
King Trippie, n*gga, f*ck the other side
Jugg, jugg, got all this jewelry
Man, this sh*t ain't new to me
Your b*tch new to you, she ain't new to me
I ain't really with the f*cking foolery (Goddamn, goddamn)
Glistenin' in these f*cking diamonds
Bad b*tch and I'm f*cking shining
Got a bad b*tch from the f*cking islands
Taking trips to the f*cking islands
Guess these guys don't realize
When they talking fly, man, it's suicide
Don't talk, do a n*gga do or die
Nobody else, n*gga, you and I
Big chopper, I'ma let the bullets fly
That red dot right between your eyes
I don't play, pus*y, wish a n*gga try
'Cause that'd be the night n*ggas die

[Chorus 2]
Yeah, they talking twos, woo
Robins in these Trues, ayy
Shine in all these jewels, yeah
I'm gon' play you like a fool, ayy
Roll them f*cking blunts, woo
Bag them f*cking blunts, ayy
Sell them f*cking blunts, ayy
Get my f*cking money, woo
Yeah, they talking twos, woo
Robins in these Trues, ayy
Shine in all these jewels
I'm gon' play you like a fool, woo
Roll them f*cking blunts, ayy
Bag them f*cking blunts, woo (Bag gas)
Sell them f*cking blunts, ayy
Get my f*cking money, ayy

[Verse 3]
King gang, n*gga, we the best, see
Dare a n*gga, try and test me
Got six shots in these cowboys
Headshots, n*gga, you deadbeat
'Cause I don't f*ck with no f*ck n*ggas
If I catch a opp, I'ma bust, n*gga
Bands all in my f*cking pants
Reason why I don't trust n*ggas
'Cause n*ggas be on that snake sh*t
When you wild in the jungle, n*gga
n*ggas dyin' in my set, boy
On the gang, we gotta rumble n*gga
'Cause I'm sitting high and I'm f*cking hoes
Real n*ggas live by the f*cking code
Went from late nights, pushing buckets cold
To Louis, Truey, and the f*ckin' gold
I got a trap queen that'll up the pole
If a n*gga talking that f*ckin' smoke
King Trippie ain't no f*cking joke
And I rep my hood like a f*cking pope
Shoot you in the neck, hope you die slow
Leave you white and pale like the f*ckin' snow
Off of that codeine and I'm leaning, n*gga, like a f*cking slope

[Outro]
Ayy, leaning off of that codeine, woo
Promethazine got a n*gga leaning to the left, ayy
I'm off of that codeine, ayy
Promethazine, all the drugs, all the drugs

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