Trippie Redd, 800goony - 14Hunnid 8hunnid lyrics

800baby, blood it up
What the fuck you think?
Walk around the school, they
Like, "Goon,  boy,  I smell that dank"
BB on the belt, clutchin' sticks
 tote it on my waist
You can come and find me hittin' licks
I just want the cake
Ridin' in the stolie with my niggas
And we do the dash
Early in the mornin', off the gas
Young nigga crashed
That lil' bitch gon' bust it on the dick
Smack up on her ass
Young nigga posted in the bricks
Sendin' niggas laps

Yeah, huh
Baby, I ain't with that sippin', ho
All that damn kissin', ho
Bad bitch, hella pigeon-toed
We gang, not to mention though
My watch look four-dimensional
My new Glock goin' digital
I'm bussin' all you bitches, though
You better keep your distance, ho
Big 1400 goon, what the fuck you think?
Blowin' all this dope, all this gas
I can't feel my face
I just want a bag for my birthday
Not no fuckin' cake
I just count this cash that I fuck with
I can't do no dates photo what you own
Better sit your ass right at home
Keep my fuckin' chrome
I'll put one in your fuckin' dome
Now that pussy gone, dead meat
He was dead wrong
Boolin' with the gang, yellin'
"Slatt" it's the red zone
Yeah, 1400, 800, gang, baby
You know what the fuck goin' on