Trippie Redd

"1400 / 999 Freestyle"

[Intro: Juice WRLD]
Uh
Lyft on a b*tch, finna walk when they sniffin' a brick
I f*cked that b*tch in the back with the Burberry on
I f*cked that b*tch in the back with the Burberry on
Yeah

[Chorus: Juice WRLD]
I f*cked that b*tch in the back with the Burberry on
And 'til this day, that lil' b*tch know all my songs
My choppa like Kid N Play, put a bullet hole in your afro, aw
Walk in the bank, I’m laughing, aw
These n*ggas square like Madison, oh
I ball out like Madison, oh
Fourth quarter shawty, shoot up your party
I'm a different man when I'm off of the molly
Used to take five Xans to the face in the morning
Now I take Percs, my stomach turnin'
Stopped taking Percs, my stomach burnin'
May take a half when I hit it from the back
I'ma beat the sh*t up like Ike-y Turner
Check that b*tch like she got Nike on her

[Verse 1: Juice WRLD]
Look at my wrist, it dance
Look at your b*tch, she dance too
Look at me, I'm the man
Percocets, don't do Xans, boo
Run up on me, I blam
I got my head on my ham, ooh
Run up on me, I blam
I got my hand on my hammer
You swipe like a credit card scammer
Bad b*tch, yeah, I know she a scammer
f*cked the b*tch, then I'm out of the jammer
Dunk on a b*tch, NBA, I'm jammin'
Bad b*tch from the back, I'm crammin'
Her pus*y like wonderland
Gold on her body like Wonder Woman
Fly in that b*tch, I'm Wonder Man

[Verse 2: Trippie Redd]
Slick back, lil' b*tch, like a Perc
She on the di*k, do the worm
Can't take the di*k, she gon' squirt
f*ckin' that b*tch 'til she hurt
Usin' a condom won't burn
I'm in this 'Rari, I swerve
Smokin' on all of this herb
I feel like I'm leavin' Earth
I keep a .30, no Perc
Boom, boom, boom
Blow a b*tch down, it's gon' hurt
All that bullsh*t for the birds
Kick that sh*t right to the curb
I keep that drink like a clerk
Dealin' with pain, I deserve
Two times that 33 third
223s and they berserk
I get that check on the first
I get that check on the second
And I get that check on the third
Beefin' with me, get you murked
Lookin' for me, better search
I just been givin' them hell
My brother whippin' them bales
He do that sh*t by his self
I did this sh*t by myself
256, that's a deal
Swerving in this 'Rari and this b*tch is all black, yeah
Hanging with them plugs, talking down and you get zapped, yeah
All that bullsh*t that they talkin' is big cap, yeah
I'm talkin' real sh*t, that trill sh*t, no cap, yeah
Real rap, yeah, had to bring it back, yeah
1400, 800, n*gga, them big facts, yeah

[Chorus: Juice WRLD]
I f*cked that b*tch in the back with the Burberry on
And 'til this day, that lil' b*tch know all my songs
My choppa like Kid N Play, put a bullet hole in your afro, aw
Walk in the bank, I’m laughing, aw
These n*ggas square like Madison, oh
I ball out like Madison, oh
Fourth quarter shawty, shoot up your party
I'm a different man when I'm off of the molly
Used to take five Xans to the face in the morning
Now I take Percs, my stomach turnin'
Stopped taking Percs, my stomach burnin'
May take a half when I hit it from the back
I'ma beat the sh*t up like Ike-y Turner
Check that b*tch like she got Nike on her

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