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[Intro: Trippie Redd]
(I'm shy, oh my God)
Ha (Phew)
Yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: Trippie Redd & Playboi Carti]
N***as wanna be my kin, pussy, you not my folks (Phew)
Ridin' 'round town in a Benz, put that bitch on spokes (Phew)
Spent eight mil' on a crib, bought that bitch with a moat (Phew)
Bitch, I just got rich, let's have a goddamn toast (Phew)
Step on a n***a in Ricks, got on a cranberry coat (Phew)
Yeah, it's just me and my ho, snake eyes, bitch, like a G.I. Joe (Phew)
Baby, sit back, just smoke my dope, go get your brother, I heard that he croak
Put that on your mother, I know y'all hoes (Phew), still gotta stick to the code (Phew)
Boy, I get in that mode, don't play with me, boy, this shit ain't for show
Eighty-eight keys, no piano, gotta get it how you live, that's my MO
Yeah, she want the whole thing, not the demo
Pull in through a tunnel in my Maybach limo (Homixide)
Yeah, she want double trouble, that's akimbo (Hold up)
Whip her head back and forth, not no Willow (Hold up)
Get that n***a out that horse, feel like Django (Hold up)
Sendin' shots everywhere, I feel like Rambo (Hold up)

[Chorus: Trippie Redd & Playboi Carti]
Call of Duty, bitch (Homixide), pull up with commandos (Homixide)
I might buy a yacht, feel like Jack Sparrow (Oh my God)
Posted in the field like a damn scarecrow
And my brother sellin' white like some ashy elbows
[Verse 2: Trippie Redd]
Shawty, what's your name? Put you in Chanel, ho
I ain't even at the beach, but I could send some shells, ho
Gotta get the all-black Ricks, shell toes
Keep all of that gangster shit up off the cell phone
My brother in the hole, we can't talk off the jail phone
With my brothers in the streets, man, I feel like Elmo
Sending all the shots and I got all the ammo
Got this shit lit like a damn candle
Pop a n***a's top like a damn canned good
Chrome Heart shades look like some Ray-Bans, yeah
Red car, red bag, feel like Santa
Red bandana, here to fuck your plans up

[Verse 3: Playboi Carti & Trippie Redd]
I just popped the— (Phew)
I can't stand up, hol' up
I just popped the codeine, hol' up, I can't stand up, huh
Shawty suck me all night, she fucked my pants up, huh (Phew)
Jumpin' out the box, we finna fuck ya' day up, huh
Jumpin' out that box, I'm finna fuck her
I'm finna fuck her
She let me buss it, huh, uh, this ho bussin', hol' up
She let me buss it, hol' up, this how I buss it, hol' up
This ho—, uh, hol' up, uh
On my ones, hol' up, huh, codeine drugs, hol' up, huh
Movin' packs, hol' up, hol' up, move that truck, hol' up, hol' up
One in the head, hol' up, hol' up, don't give a fuck, uh, uh
Stomp on a opp, hol' up, hol' up, I don't give a fuck, hol' up, uh
Drive off, hol' up, hol' up, bought a new car, hol' up, hol' up (Phew)
Bought a new watch, hol' up (Slatt), got a new broad, huh, hol' up (Slatt)
Brand new vibes, hol' up, uh
Pussy boy, hoe want mercy, uh (Phew)
I'm a cop, comin' with the .9, hol' up
[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Call of Duty, bitch, pull up with commandos
I might buy a yacht, feel like Jack Sparrow
Posted in the field like a damn scarecrow

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