Trippie Redd, Lil Baby - Dark Brotherhood lyrics

(Je t'aime Trippie Redd)
(I'm shy, oh my God)
(This is a certified hood classic)

No face, no case, so my homie wear a mask
Keep a choppa on his waist
He'll draw that bitch fast
Get the fuck up out my face
If you ain't talkin' 'bout cash big deal
I'm a titan and these niggas wanna clash
We'll run up to your door and dash
Boy, we keep the choppas, we get busy
Most turn nigga in the bity
Know we keep it litty like a titty
This bitch high as hell
Hit the whippet can until she get dizzy

I need three hundred K in every damn city
Twenty thousand people every night
And yes, bitch, i brought the gang with me
Pussy shot the bus up, but hе missed me
They was mad thеy homeboy ran down
And got a smooth buck 50
If I buck, then the gang buck with me
VVS the gang, baby, yeah, fuck with me
Send a couple shots and see what's up with me
Damn, I see the opps, I'ma shoot back
Duck with me
And it's in her purse, she slidin' too
She clutch with me
If the cops pull me over then
She put it in her kitty
Walkin' through my hood with a drum
It hold like fifty
556 for them niggas bein' dumb, no kizzy
Off a percocet
Got my mind dancin' like Shiggy
The big boss, no Rick Ross, bitch
More like Biggie i been puffin' on this gas
Got me feelin' like Diddy
Catch a opp, walk 'em down
Then hit the damn griddy

No face, no case, so my homie wear a mask
Keep a choppa on his waist
He'll draw that bitch fast
Get the fuck up out my face
If you ain't talkin' 'bout cash big deal
I'm a titan and these niggas wanna clash
We'll run up to your door and dash
Boy, we keep the choppas, we get busy
Most turn nigga in the bity
Know we keep it litty like a titty
This bitch high as hell
Hit the whippet can until she get dizzy

They caught the 'Rarri doin' donuts
Callin' said
She with her boyfriend I'm like, "So what?"
Took a PJ to the money, now I'm
Stuck in traffic, tell the pilot, "Hold up"
We done came from the bottom
I ain't had no other choice but to go up
Now I'm jumpin' on stage
Need one-point-shh just to show up
I'm the littest in the city, Cubans on
It be hard to chill
Ten carats, it be hard to hear
My hood treat me like a God for real
They know I been hutchin' all my life and
I ain't never had a job for real
Count it up and then take
Flight, hit and forget it, same night
I remember bein' stuck off in the trap
Find a plug and then I got right
These niggas with me always keep a
Mask, I can't trust a soul
These niggas shiesty
I done took a gamble with my life, 4 gang
Everybody piped
Count a hundred million, that's my
Vibe, gotta hit shit man, we gon' slide

No face, no case, so my homie wear a mask
Keep a choppa on his waist
He'll draw that bitch fast
Get the fuck up out my face
If you ain't talkin' 'bout cash big deal
I'm a titan and these niggas wanna clash
We'll run up to your door and dash
Boy, we keep the choppas, we get busy
Most turn nigga in the bity
Know we keep it litty like a titty
This bitch high as hell
Hit the whippet can until she get dizzy