Everything BoZ lyrics

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Hold up, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, I can teach that b*tch my language like Rosetta Stone, yeah
f*ck that b*tch one time and then I'm phoning home, yeah
Talk down, you get shot to your dome, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
I had to slime some n*ggas out, I damn near wiped they nose, yeah
pus*y n*gga know I came from toting poles
And you ain't built like that, lil' n*gga, you can get exposed, yeah
Yeah, yeah (Yeah)
Yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: Trippie Redd]
f*ck n*gga, what you want? Huh (What you want?)
Know we keep them choppers like a movie role (Movie role)
I just need to know, is it truly smoke? (Truly smoke)
Yeah, 'cause you know we want the smoke, we truly want (Truly want)
To bust shots at the opposition
pus*y n*gga, you ain't really in the right position
To be talking that gangster sh*t, pus*y, you get hit coming
She like bah, bah, bah, get shot in your head, man
Yeah, get shot where the headband 'posed to be at
pus*y n*gga, huh, yeah, uh, uh
pus*y n*gga, huh, yeah
You can get hit up
[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Hold up, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, I can teach that b*tch my language like Rosetta Stone, yeah
f*ck that b*tch one time and then I'm phoning home, yeah
Talk down, you get shot to your dome, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
I had to slime some n*ggas out, I damn near wiped they nose, yeah
pus*y n*gga know I came from toting poles
And you ain't built like that, lil' n*gga, you can get exposed, yeah
Yeah, yeah (Yeah)
Yeah, yeah

[Verse 2: Coi Leray]
Yeah, uno, dos, tres, yeah, come and give me head
This a Glock .40, yeah, leave a n*gga dead
n*ggas be lackin', yeah, catch that n*gga in traffic, shot him in the back
Might take your b*tch, yeah, she wanna hang with the gang but this ain't that
Boy be telling, yeah, can't f*ck with these opp ass n*ggas, they all rats
Hopped in my bag, Birkin, got out all this cash earned it
Tell me what you need, serve it, man, I make these b*tches nervous
Yeah, yeah, ayy, ooh
Mmh, mmh, mmh, ayy
It's a Glock .40

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Hold up, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, I can teach that b*tch my language like Rosetta Stone, yeah
f*ck that b*tch one time and then I'm phoning home, yeah
Talk down, you get shot to your dome, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
I had to slime some n*ggas out, I damn near wiped they nose, yeah
pus*y n*gga know I came from toting poles
And you ain't built like that, lil' n*gga, you can get exposed, yeah
Yeah, yeah (Yeah)
Yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah)