Lyrics Trippie Redd – Free Rio

(Bosley)
Gettin' to the paper, that's my passion
1400/800 Inc., we gettin' cash, bitch
Only like fu*kin' on bitches fat asses
Call me the reaper, we smokin' ashes
Fu*kin' top tens, yeah, you know I'ma bag it
Yeah, I'm fu*kin' 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 dead, raw, 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 fu*k 'bout what you said, lil' hoe
If you talk down on the gang, you gonna beg, lil' hoe
I heard shawty tryna ride, get on the pegs, lil' hoe
Born in crime, homicide, leave you dead, lil' hoe
The world through my eyes is infrared, lil' hoe
The killers in the streets goin' fed, lil' hoe
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

Lyrics rating:
92%