HIDEOUT

HIDEOUT - Trippie Redd/Fijimacintosh

Lyrics by：Michael Lamar White II/Tyvion Christian Harris/Cas van der Heijden/Sil Van Bebber/Vladislav Piasetskyi

Composed by：Michael Lamar White II/Tyvion Christian Harris/Cas van der Heijden/Sil Van Bebber/Vladislav Piasetskyi

You so go crazy

Sell out the ***** too

Yeah expansions in the mansion

That's my hideout

**** the ***** she kiss and tell

I gave her timeout

Out here gettin' paper *****

I'm on the grind now

Hella FNs and drums

When we slide out

Foenem brazy

Just got home and wanna ride out

Make you meet your maker

**** your soul we take it

Woke up in the mornin'

******* makin' eggs and bacon

Makin' multi-millions while

You n***as makin' statements

Makin' love to your *****

And makin' what you can't make

N***as love talkin' ****

Until they cannot talk no more

I got love in the city

But I cannot love a ho

Out the country and ****

With a bad lil' model ho

Rockin' red like I'm Santa

Red and black carbon red bandana

Infrared beam in a red 'Rari

Took the Red Eye from a red carbon

**** a red bone with a red heart

Took the red pill now I'm heartless

Mr Redd don't give a ****

You know that n***a came from darkness

Mr Redd don't give a ****

That boy'll turn you to a carcass

Is you actin' tough with me

Lil' ***** is you retarded

Pussies reachin' for the top the most

Will hit the ground the hardest

She wanna suck my sword because

She say that I'm the sharpest

I'm the dark knight *****

In some bright ice *****

This a gang not a clique

Fully auto with that switch

Yeah expansions in the mansion

That's my hideout

**** the ***** she kiss and tell

I gave her timeout

Out here gettin' paper *****

I'm on the grind now

Hella FNs and drums

When we slide out

Foenem brazy just got home

And wanna ride out

Make you meet your maker

**** your soul we take it

Catch an opp and turn to bacon

Assalamualaikum

This a game of lemonade

She tell me

What side you gon' pick

Jigsaw a n***a catch a pig

Cut him limb from limb

I just smoked a blunt of Runtz and

Landed on a ******* blimp yeah

Only blue hundreds in my left pocket

N***a I ain't bangin' Crip

My young n***a ready to catch

A stain and he'll do it anywhere

That lil' petty **** you makin'

We'll throw it in the air

I bought my ***** new Chane-ne

She'll **** me anywhere **** godd**n

My ***** boujee look at my fingernails

Before I put 'em in her yeah

Why the **** this n***a mad at me

His ***** under my picture

I could really post the ****

It make you mad and make you bicker

I got a bag and it's way bigger

I'm on they a*s I know they can feel it

Balenci' boots and Rick the denim

Lord forgive me I know I'm a sinner

Fashion killer codeine sipper

******* beggin' to take down my zipper

P***y good I might just tip her yeah

I'm rollin'

I don't smoke no Swisher Sweet *****

I'm rollin' RAW Organic

Walk around the mansion with my chopper

I won't never panic

Yeah ayy expansions in the mansion

That's my hideout

**** the ***** she kiss and tell

I gave her timeout

Out here gettin' paper ***** I'm

On the grind now oh okay

Hella FNs and drums when we slide out

Foenem brazy

Just got home and wanna ride out

Make you meet your maker

**** your soul

We take it