Testo Supernatural - Trippie Redd
Testo della canzone Supernatural (Trippie Redd), tratta dall'album Trip At Knight
(I'm shy, oh, my God)
Take a chill pill, take a chill pill
Take a chill pill, take a chill pill
Take a chill pill, take a chill pill
Take a chill pill, take a chill pill
Bitch, I'm from 800 where we kill, kill
Walked up, do a drill, drill
Pop out like a pill, pill
Wake up in the morning, spark a blunt, and crack a damn seal
We ballin', bitch
I break the backboard, Shaquille O'Neal (yeah, yeah)
Big choppa turn like Timmy, we got Dracos with titties
We got kids runnin' 'round with semis
That ain't love, that's envy
Big Jurassic in your city
Bimmers, beams and Bentleys
Rollin' 'round, G-Wagon, lean go to my kidneys
Bitch, I'm a monster, bitch, I'm a goon
I cannot lose, bitch, I'm a winner
Diamonds, they dancin' on me like the winter
I got the shells, no Master Splinter
I got them bales with the flick of my heater
Got a cross on my nails, but I won't cross my niggas
Big 14, know what the fuck goin' on? Gang
(On my gang), whoa
On my gang (on my gang)
On my gang, on my gang
(On my gang), whoa, on my gang
Yeah (on my gang)
With the gang, I'm a rebel (on my gang)
I made treaties with the devil
Out in space, don't need no shuttle (bah)
Don't be scared, don't need no trouble (haha)
I just down this Hennessy, it got me seein' double (gang)
Countin' chips, don't let the cookie crumble
We-we keep blicks, got that bag, and now I'll never fumble
Trippie versus the whole damn gang, it's like a royal rumble (bah)
Pussy boy got pushed out the whip
I watched 'em roll and tumble (bitch)
Your bitch kissin' on my dick, look like she blowin' bubbles (whoa)
Yeah, you niggas Autobots, I'm a damn Gundam
Walk around this bitch like I'm their pops, now they mad I son'ed them (whoa)
Summin' up the paychecks, I'ma get this cash
Summin' up that paycheck, I'ma get that bag (woo)
Private flights to Berlin, I got jet lag
Nigga tryna steal my shine and our jetpacks
And I'm only goin' up from here, like a jetpacks
And your homie, I rolled up in here
It's that good pack (it's that good shit)
Bitch, gang (whoa)
Whoa
On my gang
Credits
Writer(s): Michael Lamar Ii White, Andreas Cristian Matura
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