MUSCLES - Trippie Redd ft. Lil Durk

Yeah, woo, yeah

Uh, ayy

Yeah, yeah

Gang in this bitch, better not move a muscle, yeah

Chopper bullets rain, I don't like to tussle

Got it out the mud, I respect the hustle, uh

All my dawgs bang, hang with Michael Vick (Yeah)

Money ain't a motherfucking thing

.223s exclusive, bitch, they go straight to your brain

Yeah, I'm getting money, baby, hustle in the rain

We was shooting on that block, you was shootin' in the range

I was thinking out the box, that's what got me out of the way

Hey there, bitch, suck my dick then have a nice day

Smackdown, fuck that bitch in a steel cage

Feel invincible, I beat his ass, Johnny Cage

Two, three, four, five, bullets hit his ass, left him dazed

I got tunnel vision, baby, won't get caught in maze

I'm not from this planet, I ain't human

No heart, fuck cupid

Let that chopper spray for looking at me stupid

Yeah, Nike check, bitch, I just do it

I can't play no games, we ain't hoopin', no pick and roll

In a spaceship, I'm a extraterrestrial

Red laser beam, lil' bitch, I'ma let it go (Red laser beam, in this bitch, I'ma let it go, baow)

Gang in this bitch, better not move a muscle, yeah

Chopper bullets rain, I don't like to tussle

Got it out the mud, I respect the hustle, uh

All my dawgs bang, hang with Michael Vick (Yeah)

Money ain't a motherfucking thing

.223s exclusive, bitch, they go straight to your brain

Yeah, I'm getting money, baby, hustle in the rain

We was shooting on that block, you was shootin' in the range

The day them niggas die, come back around, we made a holiday (Gang, grrt, boaw, yeah)

Whole lotta choppas on his ass, I think I'm Sada Baby (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Proud of you, how you work with that switch, you think that Prada made it (Grrah)

Turn your favorite rapper to a pound, that shit ain't complicated (No, dopey)

I don't fuck with niggas, never ask me where nobody at (Goofy)

Fitted cap better say V.Roy or that's somebody ass (Yeah)

Real killer, pop up on somebody in somebody grass ('Body grass)

Nobody better not be with you, that's somebody's ass (Yeah, man what?)

Gang, who? You ain't did shit, nigga, stop sayin' names, dude (Dude)

Change who? Get back for that goofy, foenem changed too (Yeah, yeah, haha)

I'd be mad as hell, we gave the city all them chains too (Chains too)

Everybody points, everybody gettin' flamed too (Boaw, boaw, boaw)

Gang in this bitch, better not move a muscle, yeah

Chopper bullets rain, I don't like to tussle

Got it out the mud, I respect the hustle, uh

All my dawgs bang, hang with Michael Vick (Yeah)

Money ain't a motherfucking thing

.223s exclusive, bitch, they go straight to your brain

Yeah, I'm getting money, baby, hustle in the rain

We was shooting on that block, you was shootin' in the range