Trippie Redd - FREE RIO lyrics

(Bosley)

Gettin' to the paper, that's my passion 1400
800 Inc, we gettin' cash, bitch
Only like fuckin' on bitches fat asses
Call me the reaper, only smokin' on ashes
Fuckin' top tens, yeah
You know that I'ma bag it
Yeah, I'm fuckin' twin sisters, bitch
You know that they the baddest
Want it all to yourself but you
Know that I done had it
Wanna beat that pussy raw, dead, yeah
It's in a casket
I just bought Balenci' now I'm
Walkin' in the mansion
Boy, don't play with me
That switchy get to spittin' automatic
I don't give a fuck 'bout what you said
Lil' ho
If you talk down on the gang, you gonna beg
Lil' ho
I heard shawty tryna ride, get on the pegs
Lil' ho
Born in crime, homicide, leave you dead
Lil' ho
The world through my eyes is infrared
Lil' ho
The killers in the streets goin' fed, lil' ho
Livin' in a world where
Everybody hella street
Everybody got a heat, everybody want beef
Everybody pussy, nigga, everybody sweet
Swear to God, you don't want no smoke with me
Yeah, it's the big bird, bitch, I got issues
It's the middle of the summer and
My neck got a igloo
Barrel of the drum stare at
You and it'll end you
I ain't sneeze but I'm blessed, wipe me down
I need a tissue
I'm Trippie, bitch, I'm slimed out
Iced out bitch with your girl on my dick
Iced out bitch with your girl on my tip
The opps want me but my Glock wanna kiss
Slow down, ridin' 'round
Four deep, every chopper got a hundred rounds
If I catch a opposition
I'ma have to take 'em down
Like the special opps, bitch
Catch a opp and tango down (Tango down)
I love money counters, bitch
I love the paper sound
Comin' from the trenches, when I'm in 'em
Safe and sound used to love the beef
I love gettin' paper now
Don't use GPS, bitch, I'm on the paper route
Comin' from that place where it's
Hard to make it out
If it's smoke, want war, nigga
We could face it out
Got your bitch suckin' dick and
I ain't into makin' out
If you scared, go to church, nigga
Bring the devil out
Gettin' tired of you niggas, Michelin
Seein' all you niggas droppin'
And nobody mention it
I just sold out twenty thousand
People out in Michigan
I just made it out the hood, nigga
I ain't missin' it
Keep it player with these hoes, nigga
I don't miss a bitch
And you know I'm Big Redd, nigga
Just like some licorice
I just bought a Rolls-Royce
Don't that mean really rich?
Walk around with 1400 hoes on my damn dick
Everybody sick, nigga, everybody (Achoo)
Everybody sick, nigga, everybody
Everybody sick, nigga, everybody
Everybody sick, nigga, everybody
Everybody sick, nigga, everybody (Achoo)
Everybody sick, nigga, everybody
Everybody sick, nigga, everybody
Everybody sick, nigga, everybody (Bosley)