Lyrics Trippie Redd – Hideout

(Loesoe goin' crazy)
(Sil on the beat, too)

Yeah, expansions in the mansion, that's my hideout
Fu*k the bitch, she kiss and tell, I gave her timeout
Out here gettin' paper, bitch, I'm on the grind now
Hella F&Ns and drums when we slide out
Foenem brazy, just got home, they wanna ride out
Make you meet your maker, fu*k your soul, we takin'

Woke up in the mornin', bitches makin' eggs and bacon
Makin' multi-millions while you niggas makin' statements
Makin' love to your bitch and makin' what you can't make
Niggas love talkin' shit until they cannot talk no more
I got love in the city but I cannot love a hoe
Out the country and shit with a bad lil' model hoe
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
Fu*k a red bone with a red heart, took the red pill now I'm heartless
Mr. Redd don't give a fu*k, he know that nigga came from darkness
Mr. Redd don't give a fu*k, that boy'll turn you to a carcass
Is you actin' tough with me? Lil' bitch, is you retarded?
Pussies reachin' for the top the most'll hit the ground the hardest
She want suck my sword because she said that I'm the sharpest
I'm the dark knight, bitch, in some bright ice, bitch
This a gang, not a clique, fully auto' with that switch

Yeah, expansions in the mansion, that's my hideout
Fu*k the bitch, she kiss and tell, I gave her timeout
Out here gettin' paper, bitch, I'm on the grind now
Hella F&Ns and drums when we slide out
Foenem brazy, just got home, they wanna ride out
Make you meet your maker, fu*k your soul, we takin'

Catch a opp and turn to bacon, icey like a Laker
This a game of lemonade she tell me, "What side you gon' pick?"
Just saw a nigga catch a pig cutting in from them
I just smoked a brand of Runtz and landed on a fu*kin' blimp (Yeah)
All these blue hundreds in my left pocket, nigga, I ain't bangin' crip
My youngin' ready to catch a stain and he'll do it anywhere
That lil' petty shit you makin', we'll throw it in the air
I bought my bitch new Cha-nay-nay, she'll fu*k me anywhere (Shit, Goddamn)
My bitch boujee, look at my fingernail before I put 'em in 'em
Why the fu*k this nigga mad at me? His bitch under my picture
I could really post the shit and make you mad and make you bicker
I got a bag and it's way bigger, I'm on the X, I know they could feel it
Balenci' boots and Rick the denim, Lord, forgive me, I know I'm a sinner
Fashion killer, codeine sipper, bitches beggin' to take down my zipper
Pussy good, I might just tip her, yeah (It really good)
I don't smoke no swishers, sweet, bitch, I'm rollin' raw again
Walk around the mansion with my chopper, I won't never panic (Ayy)

Yeah, expansions in the mansion, that's my hideout (Ayy)
Fu*k the bitch, she kiss and tell, I gave her timeout
Out here gettin' paper, bitch, I'm on the grind now (Oh, okay)
Hella F&Ns and drums when we slide out
Foenem brazy, just got home, they wanna ride out
Make you meet your maker, fu*k your soul, we takin'

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