Brad Pitt lyrics

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
I got drip (Drip, drip), something like chips (Chips, yeah, chips)
f*ck her then dip, she like big di*k (Yeah, yeah, gang)
I got cash (Cash), I like getting rich (Rich)
She got lots of ass (Ass), I got hoes, Brad Pitt (b*tch), yeah
Brad Pitt, yeah (Woo), Brad Pitt, yeah (Woo)
Brad Pitt, yeah (Woo), Brad Pitt, yeah (Woo)

[Verse 1: Trippie Redd]
Diamonds dancing in my chain, diamonds dancing on my wrist (Chain, chain, ha)
Diamonds dancing on my rings (Rings), diamonds dancing on my b*tch (Yeah)
Diamonds dancing on my gang (Gang), diamonds dancing in this b*tch (b*tch, ha, ha)
Please don't panic in this b*tch (b*tch)
Foenem got cannons in this b*tch (Yeah)
Don't make me blam it in this b*tch (Yeah)
Oh man, God damn it in this b*tch
Afghanistan up in this b*tch
Go to war, Iran up in this b*tch
Go to war, I ran up in his sh*t
Go to war, I ran up, made a hit (Gang, woo)

[Bridge: Trippie Redd]
Yeah, you know how we comin'
1400, TSF, b*tch
Gang, shoutout Peso
Gang, shoutout Peso
Gang (Woo, gang)
[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
I got drip (Drip, drip), something like chips (Chips, yeah, chips)
f*ck her then dip, she like big di*k (Yeah, yeah, gang)
I got cash (Cash), I like getting rich (Rich)
She got lots of ass (Ass), I got hoes, Brad Pitt (b*tch), yeah
Brad Pitt, yeah (Woo), Brad Pitt, yeah (Woo)
Brad Pitt, yeah (Woo), Brad Pitt, yeah (Woo)

[Verse 2: Peso Peso]
I'm strapped with a K, I got racks in my safe (Bop-bop)
n*ggas love to hate but got nowhere to stay
n*gga play with the gang, we gon' kick in his door
I'm in Dolce Gabbana walkin' up in court
Got rich in the kitchen
On the block with a Glock and that b*tch is extended
Bop-bop if a n*gga start trippin'
I'm in Neiman Marcus, I was strapped up in Givenchy linen (Pes', Pes', Pes')
I just left Bank of America then I went to Chase (Pes', Pes', Pes')
I'ma wack a n*gga in style, I'ma do a drive-by in the Wraith (Pes', Pes', Pes')
I'ma make the b*tch walk a mile (Go), if she don't let me f*ck or give me face
n*ggas on the internet talkin' too tough
Backseat, yeah, when we shot his dudes up
With the gang members like I'm 102 up
Two fingers and a thumb threwed up (102)

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
I got drip (Drip, drip), something like chips (Chips, yeah, chips)
f*ck her then dip, she like big di*k (Yeah, yeah, gang)
I got cash (Cash), I like getting rich (Rich)
She got lots of ass (Ass), I got hoes, Brad Pitt (b*tch), yeah
Brad Pitt, yeah (Woo), Brad Pitt, yeah (Woo)
Brad Pitt, yeah (Woo), Brad Pitt, yeah (Woo)