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[Intro: Trippie Redd]
Yeah, yeah, hey
(Loesoe goin' crazy)
Big B's with keys, gang
Slatt, slatt

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Ridin' 'round with a damn chrome
You ain't from my hood, lil' n***a, you gon' get disowned
Diamonds on my wrist, baby, she love my cologne
He claim he a real one, but I know he told
We pull up with real drums, like we in the van
Pour a four with '2point0, we out here in Japan
Coast to coast, we on the go, we pull it in advance
Got to get back to Miami and put my feet up in the sand, yeah

[Verse 1: Trippie Redd]
Did it off a bean, 'bout to drool on that lean
We like Cujo, Yao Ming, yeah
All my dogs been trippin', keep them sticks like we're a team
Yeah, eat ramen, pour a damn Sake in my tea
Disrespect the gang, knuckle sandwich knockin' at your teeth
I feel like Lil Tecca, go to damn Five Guys if it's beef
Kobe poppin' that lil' n***a if you ain't got yo' heat
I keep a Smith & Wesson, test me, lil' n***a, meet yo' destiny
I had to lead the way, n***as fuckin' sheep
My lil' bitch a rockstar, she say, "Trippie, when you fuckin' me?"
Ridin' in that Rover, n***a, I was in that fuckin' Beamer
You know it's game over when we win, my n***a Sunny D
[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Ridin' 'round with a damn chrome
You ain't from my hood, lil' n***a, you gon' get disowned
Diamonds on my wrist, baby, she love my cologne
He claim he a real one, but I know he told
We pull up with real drums, like we in the van
Pour a four with '2point0, we out here in Japan
Coast to coast, we on the go, we pull it in advance
Got to get back to Miami and put my feet up in the sand, yeah

[Verse 2: Sunny2point0]
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[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Ridin' 'round with a damn chrome
You ain't from my hood, lil' n***a, you gon' get disowned
Diamonds on my wrist, baby, she love my cologne
He claim he a real one, but I know he told
We pull up with real drums, like we in the van
Pour a four with '2point0, we out here in Japan
Coast to coast, we on the go, we [?]
Back to Miami with my feet up in the sand, yeah