ฟังเพลงDARK BROTHERHOOD

DARK BROTHERHOOD - Trippie Redd/Lil Baby

Lyrics by：Igor Mamet/Michael Lamar White II/Dominique Jones/Andreas Cristian Matura/Peter Jideonwo

Composed by：Igor Mamet/Michael Lamar White II/Dominique Jones/Andreas Cristian Matura/Peter Jideonwo

Je t'aime Trippie Redd

I'm shy oh my God

This is a certified hood classic

No face no case so my homie wear a mask

Keep a chopper on his waist he'll draw that ***** fast

Get the **** up out my face if you ain't talkin' 'bout cash

Big deal I'm a titan and these n***as wanna clash

We'll run up to your door and dash

Boy we keep the choppers we get busy

Most turnt n***a in the bity

Know we keep it litty like a titty

This ***** high as hell hit the whippet can until she get dizzy

I need three hundred K in every d**n city

Twenty thousand people every night and yes *****

I brought the gang with me

P***y shot the bus up but he missed me

They was mad they homeboy ran down

And got a smooth buck fifty

If I buck then the gang buck with me

VVS the gang baby yeah **** with me

Send a couple shots and see what's up with me

D**n I see the opps I'ma shoot bae duck with me

And it's in her purse she slidin' too she clutch with me

If the cops pull me over then she put it in her kitty

Walkin' through my hood with a drum it hold like fifty

5.56 for them n***as bein' dumb no kizzy

Off a Percocet got my mind dancin' like Shiggy

The big boss no Rick Ross ***** more like Biggie

I been puffin' on this gas got me feelin' like Diddy

Catch an opp walk 'em down then hit the d**n Griddy

No face no case so my homie wear a mask

Keep a chopper on his waist he'll draw that ***** fast

Get the **** up out my face if you ain't talkin' 'bout cash

Big deal I'm a titan and these n***as wanna clash

We'll run up to your door and dash

Boy we keep the choppers we get busy

Most turnt n***a in the bity

Know we keep it litty like a titty

This ***** high as hell hit the whippet can until she get dizzy

Got the 'Rari doin' donuts called her

Said she with her boyfriend I'm like "So what"

Took a PJ to the money now I'm stuck in traffic

Tell the pilot "Hold up"

We done came from the bottom

I ain't had no other choice but to go up

Now I'm jumpin' on stage

Need one-point shh just to show up

I'm the littest in the city

Cubans on it be hard to chill

Ten carats it be hard to hear

My hood treat me like a God for real

They know I been hustlin' all my life

And I ain't never had a job for real

Count it up and then take flight

Hit it then forget it same night

I remember bein' stuck off in the trap

Found a plug and then I got right

These n***as with me always keep a mask

I can't trust a soul these n***as shiesty

I done took a gamble with my life

4 gang everybody piped

Count a hundred million that's my vibe

Gotta hit **** man when you slide

No face no case so my homie wear a mask

Keep a chopper on his waist he'll draw that ***** fast

Get the **** up out my face if you ain't talkin' 'bout cash

Big deal I'm a titan and these n***as wanna clash

We'll run up to your door and dash

Boy we keep the choppers we get busy

Most turnt n***a in the bity

Know we keep it litty like a titty

This ***** high as hell

Hit the whippet can until she get dizzy