Testo MP5 - Trippie Redd feat. SoFaygo
Testo della canzone MP5 (Trippie Redd feat. SoFaygo), tratta dall'album Trip At Knight
(I'm too far gone)
(Yeah)
Hop out a GT3 with an MP5
I got ice like Alaska, jet to Dubai
Had to spread my wings, teach them all how to fly
You niggas square, divide 'em by pie
Rollin' 'round, three GMC's, 'bout to be a drive-by
Your little homie know what's up with me, talk down, you gone die
Keep that .40 on my lap, I spent like twenty-four on my Rollie
When you see me out in LA, just know I'm ballin' like Kobe
I've been number one, bitch, don't need no trophy
Know we crackheads, pass me the rock and I'll be ballin' like Kobe
Ridin' down the 101 not no Zoey
I stay stackin' with my twin for the win, Zach and Cody
You niggas be hatin', Mr. Mosby
Stackin' it up, on lowkey
Stay stackin' up, rackin' up, triple OG
Fuck stress, stay blessed, stay away from the phonies
Hop out a GT3 with an MP5
I got ice like Alaska, jet to Dubai
Had to spread my wings, teach them all how to fly
You niggas square, divide 'em by pie
Rollin' 'round, three GMC's, 'bout to be a drive-by
Your little homie know what's up with me, talk down, you gone die
Keep that .40 on my lap, I spent like twenty-four on my Rollie
When you see me out in LA, just know I'm ballin' like Kobe
Light that shit up
Walk in the spot, I'ma pipe shit up
Them niggas hatin' my swag, them niggas so bitter
I thought I told them little niggas I'm
hard hitta (Takin' that shit to the heart)
I thought I told you little niggas I'm
gon' get up (Tell them little niggas I'm God)
Press Shit, don't matter like how could you
fold nigga? (How could you bitch? Oh my God)
How could you let that hate sit in your
soul, nigga? (How could it sit in your soul?)
Shawty a demon, a real soul switcher (I'm like, how did you know?)
Y'all niggas steppin' on toes
Handle that shit like you grown
Doin' this shit on my 'lone
I got that bag on my own
Fuck it, I'm in the zone
Gon' say nigga I'm God
Hop in that ghost, I'm ghost, I'm gone
Hop out a GT3 with an MP5
I got ice like Alaska, jet to Dubai
Had to spread my wings, teach them all how to fly
You niggas square, divide 'em by pie
Rollin' 'round, three GMC's, 'bout to be a drive-by
Your little homie know what's up with me, talk down, you gone die
Keep that .40 on my lap, I spent like twenty-four on my Rollie
When you see me out in LA, just know I'm ballin' like Kobe
Credits
Writer(s): Michael Lamar Ii White, Anton Martin Mendo, Peter Jideonwo, Andre Dontrel Burt Jr.
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