FREE RIO - Trippie Redd

(Bosley)

Gettin' to the paper, that's my passion

1400/800 Inc., we gettin' cash, bitch

Only like fuckin' on bitches fat asses

Call me the reaper, only smokin' on ashes

Fuckin' top tens, yeah, you know that I'ma bag it

Yeah, I'm fuckin' twin sisters, bitch, you know that they the baddest

Want it all to yourself but you know that I done had it

Wanna beat that pussy raw, dead, yeah, it's in a casket

I just bought Balenci' now I'm walkin' in the mansion

Boy, don't play with me, that switchy get to spittin' automatic

I don't give a fuck 'bout what you said, lil' ho

If you talk down on the gang, you gonna beg, lil' ho

I heard shawty tryna ride, get on the pegs, lil' ho

Born in crime, homicide, leave you dead, lil' ho

The world through my eyes is infrared, lil' ho

The killers in the streets goin' fed, lil' ho

Livin' in a world where everybody hella street

Everybody got a heat, everybody want beef

Everybody pussy, nigga, everybody sweet

Swear to God, you don't want no smoke with me

Yeah, it's the big bird, bitch, I got issues

It's the middle of the summer and my neck got a igloo

Barrel of the drum stare at you and it'll end you

I ain't sneeze but I'm blessed, wipe me down, I need a tissue

I'm Trippie, bitch, I'm slimed out

Iced out bitch with your girl on my dick

Iced out bitch with your girl on my tip

The opps want me but my Glock wanna kiss

Slow down, ridin' 'round

Four deep, every chopper got a hundred rounds

If I catch a opposition, I'ma have to take 'em down

Like the special opps, bitch, catch a opp and tango down (Tango down)

I love money counters, bitch, I love the paper sound

Comin' from the trenches, when I'm in 'em, safe and sound

Used to love the beef, I love gettin' paper now

Don't use GPS, bitch, I'm on the paper route

Comin' from that place where it's hard to make it out

If it's smoke, want war, nigga, we could face it out

Got your bitch suckin' dick and I ain't into makin' out

If you scared, go to church, nigga, bring the devil out

Gettin' tired of you niggas, Michelin

Seein' all you niggas droppin' and nobody mention it

I just sold out twenty thousand people out in Michigan

I just made it out the hood, nigga, I ain't missin' it

Keep it player with these hoes, nigga, I don't miss a bitch

And you know I'm Big Redd, nigga, just like some licorice

I just bought a Rolls-Royce, don't that mean really rich?

Walk around with 1400 hoes on my damn dick

Everybody sick, nigga, everybody (Achoo)

Everybody sick, nigga, everybody

Everybody sick, nigga, everybody

Everybody sick, nigga, everybody

Everybody sick, nigga, everybody (Achoo)

Everybody sick, nigga, everybody

Everybody sick, nigga, everybody

Everybody sick, nigga, everybody (Bosley)