Trippie Redd Spaceships (feat. Young Thug)
[Intro: Young Scooter]
(ATL Jacob
ATL Jacob)
[Pre-Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Baby, you can quit callin' my phone (Phone)
Ain't no more lovin' back home (Home)
Leave a f..ckin' message at the dial tone (Tone)
Yeah, yeah
[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
I swear I don't feel hate (Feel)
It can get real here (Real)
Bein' trapped in your own head (Yeah)
Bein' trapped in your own head (I'm trapped in my head)
[Verse 1: Trippie Redd]
I just flew two bitches in from overseas (Oh)
They both from Portugal, they both Portuguese (Oh)
Told her behold the presеnce of a king
She gon' bow down and get right on her knees
Got a brick on my neck and my wrist a quarter key
We aimin' above the neck, you best move accordingly (Bah)
We got this shit on lock, baby, like quarantine
Hold up, wait, I'm just chillin' with your main bitch, yeah
I know that I'm the G.O.A.T. and I'm the greatest, yeah
I don't gotta brag, don't gotta say shit, yeah
I know I look sad up in a spaceship, yeah
That's because my mind, it be racin', yeah
[Bridge: Trippie Redd]
That's because my mind, it be racin', yeah
That's because my mind, it be racin', yeah
That's because my mind, it be racin', yeah
That's because my mind, it be racin', yeah
[Verse 2: Young Thug]
Africa bungee jumpin' off of a thin rope, uh
You can be my girl, but in public, it's kinfolk
Can't get in my feelings 'bout shit and that's how it go
Half a million, upgrade your closet from Kenneth Cole
Keep it real, I wanna have some sex on a boat
Pushin' it inside you until you say, "Ayo"
Ever since I called you my girl, you've been rock-and-roll
It's Pateks and Plain Jane AP's and Rose Gold
She say, "I can't wait to leave here with you if you die"
I don't wanna be nowhere near when you cry
Keep it real, I bought you a ring last night
But I don't want you thinkin' that you are the wife
I'm not here to cap, here the key, baby high, high
Throw away your car, got a new one to ride, ride
Know when I'm with you she can't even get high, high
And if I'm not with you, I can't get a high, high
[Pre-Chorus: Young Thug]
Baby, you can quit callin' my phone
Ain't no more lovin' back home
Leave a f..ckin' message at the dial tone
Yeah, yeah
[Chorus: Young Thug & Trippie Redd]
I swear I don't feel hate (Feel)
It can get real here (Real)
Bein' trapped your own head (Yeah)
Bein' trapped your own head (I'm trapped in my head)
