Trippie Redd, Fijimacintosh - HIDEOUT lyrics

(Loesoe goin' crazy, Sil on the beat too)

Yeah, expansions in the mansion
That's my hideout
Fuck the bitch, she kiss and tell
I gave her timeout
Out here gettin' paper, bitch
I'm on the grind now
Hella F&Ns and drums when we slide out
Foenem brazy, just got home
They wanna ride out
Make you meet your maker, fuck your soul
We take it

Woke up in the mornin'
Bitches makin' eggs and bacon
Makin' multi-millions while you
Niggas makin' statements
Makin' love to your bitch and
Makin' what you can't make
Niggas love talkin' shit until they
Cannot talk no more i got love in the city
But I cannot love a ho
Out the country and shit with
A bad lil' model ho
Rockin' red like I'm Santa
Red and black carbon, red bandana
Infrared beam in a red 'Rari
Took the red eye from a red carpet
Fuck a red bone with a red
Heart, took the red pill, now I'm heartless
Mr redd don't give a fuck
You know that nigga came from darkness
Mr redd don't give a fuck
That boy'll turn you to a carcass
Is you actin' tough with me? Lil' bitch
Is you retarded?
Pussies reachin' for the top the most
Will hit the ground the hardest
She wanna suck my sword because she
Say that I'm the sharpest
I'm the dark knight, bitch
In some bright ice, bitch
This a gang, not a clique
Fully auto with that switch

Yeah, expansions in the mansion
That's my hideout
Fuck the bitch, she kiss and tell
I gave her timeout
Out here gettin' paper, bitch
I'm on the grind now
Hella F&Ns and drums when we slide out
Foenem brazy, just got home
They wanna ride out
Make you meet your maker, fuck your soul
We take it

Catch an opp and turn 'em to bacon
As-salamu alaykum
It's a game of elimination
Tell me what side you gon' pick
Jigsaw a nigga, catch a pig
Cut him limb from limb
I just smoked a blunt of Runtz
And landed on a fuckin' blimp (yeah)
Only blue hundreds in my left pocket, nigga
I ain't bangin' Crip
My young nigga ready to catch a
Stain and he'll do it anywhere
That lil' petty shit you makin'
We'll throw it in the air
I bought my bitch new Chane-ne
She'll fuck me anywhere (Shit, goddamn)
My bitch boujee
Look at my fingernails before I
Put 'em in her (yeah)
Why the fuck this nigga mad at
Me? His bitch under my picture
I could really post the shit
It make you mad and make you bicker
I got a bag and it's way bigger
I'm on they ass, I know they can feel it
Balenci' boots and Rick the denim
Lord, forgive me, I know I'm a sinner
Fashion killer, codeine sipper
Bitches beggin' to take down my zipper
Pussy good, I might just tip her, yeah
I don't smoke no Swisher Sweet, bitch
I'm rollin' RAW Organic
Walk around the mansion with my chopper
I won't never panic (Ayy)

Yeah, expansions in the mansion
That's my hideout (Ayy)
Fuck the bitch, she kiss and tell
I gave her timeout
Out here gettin' paper, bitch
I'm on the grind now (Oh, okay)
Hella F&Ns and drums when we slide out
Foenem brazy, just got home
They wanna ride out
Make you meet your maker, fuck your soul
We take it