Lyrics Trippie Redd – Goodfellas

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Fu*k them up, yeah, fu*k them up
Fu*k them up, yeah, fu*k them up
Fu*k them up, yeah, fu*k them up
Go get 'em, fu*k them up

Yeah
Hustlin' out, good fellas
Keep the Gucci umbrella
Lot of money, Roc-a-fella
Out the bank, my fu*kin' teller
I could murder any beat, or I could kill her, I could pail her
I think there's two of me, the Gemini Manson Mendela (The fake)
Addicted to these blue nerds and icin' out my neck
My brodie keep a quick drum and I ain't talkin sketch
Mistеr Redd, I got white diamonds and my white gold Patеk (Yeah)
See through smoking mirrors and computers like a tech (Tech)
Bitch I'm from the trenches, from the hood, I keep a tech (Tech)
Chanel pearls on my neck
I might spin the crib, turn down on the set
I might spin again, and again, again, again
This 1942 lil' baby, this not no damn Henn'
I don't wanna that hoe too, lil baby she said "say that again"
.44 bulldog, hit a bitch nigga in his head (Fah-fah)
Who said I'm cool with y'all? I never wanna be friends (Nah)
I ain't got time for a bitch worth sayin' (Sayin')
I'm the dark knight, pull up like Batman (Man)
Reach new heights, I can never ever land (At all)

Kickin' shit, jujitsu
Nigga press your issue
Two bless bitch, need a tissue
Big dog, never been a shih tzu
Can't have one, gotta get two
He from the shit, I'm a big poo
I'ma reach heights you never get to
She got big ass and tits too
I pray to God but I send two (Send two)
I was off a bean, no sensu
I was eatin' around like Deku
I'm the chosen one like Goku
She was watching me like Roku
Bitch I'm the one, I'ma show you (Yeah)
Don't talk to me if I don't know you
I don't fu*k with you, I ain't gon' hold you
If he steppin' me, I'ma hold in
I'll never let anybody "Lil bro" you
I'm a king bitch, and it's so true
And I was tryna give a hoe a sun bath
They want smoke and I love that (Love that)
She was rubbin' down where my gun at
If it's here then it's where it's thund' at (Bow)

Fu*k them up, yeah, fu*k them up
Fu*k them up, yeah, fu*k them up (I'm wicked)
Fu*k them up, yeah, fu*k them up (I'm wicked)
Go get 'em, fu*k them up

I'm not on what these niggas on
I'm on a different type of time
I love it when she give me brain
She got a different type of mind
This drop sound like dyanmite
This a different type of iron
I pull up swingin' two sticks like I'm a different type of blind
Don't got beep, you hear me comin', this supercharge loud as hell
I get a different type of money, you can look at me and tell
ARP and Glock 19, that's my favorite personnel
Put this shit to the back, pull up look like Rafaeal
She say I'm a bad boy, I'm not really a good fella
He shouldn't have never did that, don't feel sorry for that fella
He play with us, he gonna die, I'm something like a fortune teller
Bitch you on the wrong side, step on him like a bike pedal

Fu*k them up, yeah, fu*k them up
Fu*k them up, yeah, fu*k them up
Fu*k them up, yeah, fu*k them up
Go get 'em, fu*k them up

Lyrics rating:
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