Bortz Kitchen lyrics

[Intro: Trippie Redd, Keegan-Michael Key & Jordan Peele]
You sold me out, son
Now you gon' end up with a bullet in your head for it
You can't play me motherf*cker
I'm the motherf*cker that plays motherf*ckers, motherf*cker
Where you at?
Myron
Man, yeah, yeah, uh

[Verse 1: Trippie Redd]
1400-800 gang (1400 gang), diamonds in my chain (Uh, gang, uh)
Diamonds on my f*ckin' pinky ring
Diamond chandelier, and it glisten on my f*ckin' face
Chopper on my waist, I swear to God this b*tch won't go to waste (Yeah)
We gon' let it bang, doo-doo-doo, mayday
They think that I'm crazy, like a n*gga off some meds (Off some meds)
She gon' call me "Pops," but I swear I smoke like Craig (Craig)
Shout-out to the gang, and the bros, shout-out Xan
I swear I'm with the gang, we got poles, blowin' shade
Just another day in the life countin' the days

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
1400 sh*t (Uh), 800 sh*t (Gang)
Pull up and I'm swervin' in a motherf*ckin’ whip (Woo, woo, the whip)
And you know we Bloody but we hang with a few Crips (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
[Verse 2: Trippie Redd]
b*tch, I'm childish, go to Barney's just to get some f*ckin' drip (Get some f*ckin' drip)
She got no morals, that b*tch come and eat pizza rolls and get di*ked (She get di*ked)
Quick, get a Lyft and get the f*ck outta the crib (Get out of here)
And b*tch, I'm Big 14, you think I give a f*ck 'bout where you live?
Pull up on your block and air it out, lil' b*tch I'm on my sh*t (I'm on my sh*t)
b*tch, I'm big boy ballin', b*tch, you still act like a damn kid (Act like a kid)
Put my di*k in yo' b*tch pus*y call it "Loadin' up the clip"

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
1400 sh*t (Uh), 800 sh*t (Gang)
Pull up and I'm swervin' in a motherf*ckin’ whip (Woo, woo, the whip)
And you know we Bloody but we hang with a few Crips (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Verse 3: Bortz Money]
Man, yeah, listen
Yeah, I do my motherf*ckin' thing
I don't give a f*ck about what you lil' motherf*ckers claim
Y'all know my f*ckin' gang
Yeah, it's 1400-800 muhf*ckin' gang
And y'all lil' n*ggas mad
I don't give a f*ck 'cause y'all goin' out sad
I'ma get that bag, y'all n*ggas already know me
I'm an OG, where I'm from, yeah, they know me
Yeah, I hold that carbon, wish a lil' n*gga run up on me
I'll pop a lil' n*gga right in his dome, man
Y'all already know I'll send his ass home, ayy
Y'all already know that bullsh*t, I don't condone, man
Y'all n*ggas b*tches, straight snitches
And I'm 'bout my riches, n*gga, listen
n*gga, pay attention to what I'm spittin'
If you don't pay attention, my n*gga, you ain't gon' get it
But I don't give a f*ck, I'ma keep gettin' these bucks
Yo' b*tch comin' over, guess what? I'm gon' f*ck
[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
1400 sh*t (Uh), 800 sh*t (Gang)
Pull up and I'm swervin' in a motherf*ckin’ whip (Woo, woo, the whip)
And you know we Bloody but we hang with a few Crips (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
1400 sh*t (Uh), 800 sh*t (Gang)
Pull up and I'm swervin' in a motherf*ckin’ whip (Woo, woo, the whip)
And you know we Bloody but we hang with a few Crips (Yeah, yeah, yeah)