Trippie Redd The Face
[Intro: DJ Drama]
Tryna make a wrong thing
Yes sir (Tryna make a wrong thing), let's get ready
Tryna make a wrong thing right
I need a— (Gangsta Grillz)
[Pre-Chorus: Trippie Redd & DJ Drama]
Damn (Well, goddamn), damn (Ayy, Trippie), damn
Pew (Gangsta, Gangsta), pew (This what they was waiting on?), pew, pew
Pew (DJ Drama), pew, pew, pew
Pew (Get 'em), pew
[Chorus: Trippie Redd & DJ Drama]
Bitch wanna sit up in my face
Ho, I need a taste, ho, I need the face (Yeah)
Rolls Royce pullin' through the gate (Big body)
This shit ain't no crib, this shit more like an estate (Big house)
They made a mistake letting niggas in the place (Big mistake)
She act out of line, watch how fast she get replaced
This bitch out her mind, think I'm really finna chase
She back with her nigga, he must went and bought a cape (Brr; sing that song)
[Verse: Trippie Redd]
This shit ain't no game, niggas think I came to play
Bitch gon' get entitled when she see food on the plate
When they say what's up the feelings hide behind the face (The face)
Niggas say it's up and get to ducking everyday (Bah)
Fah-fah-fah-fah-fah-fah
Get to ducking every way (Brr)
They wanna calm me down, I'ma up it every way (Up it every way)
Ain't nothing fair play, I ain't having fear today (I ain't having fear)
Y'all ain't got no taste and it's hard to imitate (Haha; Gangsta)
[Pre-Chorus: Trippie Redd & DJ Drama]
Damn (Goddamn), damn, damn (Goddamn)
Pew, pew (Somethin' legendary), pew, pew
Pew (Hahaha), pew (Keep going), pew, pew
Pew, pew
[Chorus: Trippie Redd & DJ Drama]
Bitch wanna sit up in my face
Ho, I need a taste, ho, I need the face (Yeah)
Rolls Royce pullin' through the gate (Big body)
This shit ain't no crib, this shit more like an estate (Big house)
They made a mistake letting niggas in the place (Big mistake)
She act out of line, watch how fast she get replaced
This bitch out her mind, think I'm really finna chase
She back with her nigga, he must went and bought a cape (Brr; sing that song)
[Outro: DJ Drama]
Ayy, Trippie
Have somebody collect the NDAs
'Cause I feel the MDMA kickin' in
'Bout to be one of them nights
Why can't I feel my face?
It felt like something was missin'
Oh, that was my voice
My DNA still runs through the game
Trippie, 'bout damn time (Gangsta Grillz)
Mr. Thanksgiving
