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[Intro: Trippie Redd]
I'm too far gone (Ah)
Yeah

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Hop out a GT3 with an MP5 (Bah)
Yeah, I got ice like Alaska, jet to Dubai (On gang, yeah)
Had to spread my wings to teach ’em all how to fly (Yeah)
Yeah, you n***as square, divide 'em by pi
Yeah, rolling 'round, three GMC’s, 'bout to be a drive-by (Brrah)
Your lil' homie know what's up with me, talk down, you gon' die (You gon' die)
Keep that forty on my lap, I spent like twenty-four on my Rollie (Woo)
When you see me out in LA, just know I'm balling like Kobe (Woo)

[Verse 1: Trippie Redd]
I've been number one, bitch, don’t need no trophy
Know we crackheads, pass me the rock and I’ll be balling like Kobe
Rolling down the 101, not no Zoеy
I stay stacking with my twin for the win, Zack & Cody
You n***as be hating, Mister Mosеby (Mister Moseby ass n***a)
Stackin' it up on lowkey
Stay stackin’ up (Stack), rackin' up, triple OG (Woo)
Fuck stress, stay blessed (Yeah), get away from the phony (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Hop out a GT3 with an MP5 (Bah)
Yeah, I got ice like Alaska, jet to Dubai (On gang, yeah)
Had to spread my wings to teach 'em all how to fly (Yeah)
Yeah, you n***as square, divide 'em by pi
Yeah, rolling ’round, three GMC's, 'bout to be a drive-by (Brrah)
Your lil' homie know what's up with me, talk down, you gon' die (You gon' die)
Keep that forty on my lap, I spent like twenty-four on my Rollie (Woo)
When you see me out in LA, just know I'm balling like Kobe (Woo)

[Verse 2: Tyga]
...fuckin' time (Time)
I don't got a deadline, you dead for them dollar signs (Boom)
My coupe got no headlights (Boom)
My roof up, it's bedtime (Yeah)
I flood the drought, it's red rum
I ate the beat, left no crumbs
These n***as beg...

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Hop out a GT3 with an MP5 (Bah)
Yeah, I got ice like Alaska, jet to Dubai (On gang, yeah)
Had to spread my wings to teach 'em all how to fly (Yeah)
Yeah, you n***as square, divide 'em by pi
Yeah, rolling 'round, three GMC's, 'bout to be a drive-by (Brrah)
Your lil' homie know what's up with me, talk down, you gon' die (You gon' die)
Keep that forty on my lap, I spent like twenty-four on my Rollie (Woo)
When you see me out in LA, just know I'm balling like Kobe (Woo)