Trippie Redd - MANSION MUSIK lyrics
Trippie Redd [Michael Lamar White II] Canton, Ohio, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Trippie Redd - MANSION MUSIK lyrics]
(I'm shy, oh my God) yeah, yeah
Niggas wanna be my kin, pussy
You not my folks, uh
Ridin' 'round town in a Benz
Put that bitch on spokes
Spent eight mil' on a crib
Bought that bitch with a moat
Bitch, I just got rich
Let's have a goddamn toast
Step on a nigga in Ricks
Got on a cranberry coat
Yeah, it's just me and my
Ho, snake eyes, bitch, like a GI joe
Baby, sit back, just smoke my
Dope, go get your brother
I heard that he croak
Put that on your mother, I know y'all hoes
Still gotta stick to the code
Boy, I get in that mode
Don't play with me, boy
This shit ain't for show
Eighty-eight keys, no piano, gotta get
It how you live, that's my MO
Yeah, she want the whole thing, not the demo
Pull in through a tunnel in my Maybach limo
Yeah, she want double trouble, that's akimbo
Whip her head back and forth, not no Willow
Get that nigga out that horse
Feel like Django
Sendin' shots everywhere, I feel like Rambo
Call of Duty, bitch, pull up with commandos
I might buy a yacht, feel like Jack Sparrow
Posted in the field like a damn scarecrow
And my brother sellin' white
Like some ashy elbows
Shawty, what's your name? Put you in Chanel
Ho i ain't even at the beach, but
I could send some shells, ho
Gotta get the all-black Ricks, shell toes
Keep all of that gangster shit
Up off the cell phone
My brother in the hole
We can't talk off the jail phone
With my brothers in the streets, man
I feel like Elmo
Sending all the shots and I got all the ammo
Got this shit lit like a damn candle
Pop a nigga's top like a damn canned good
Chrome Heart shades look like some Ray-Bans
Yeah red car, red bag, feel like Santa
Red bandana, here to fuck your plans up
What's up in your head? You want some smoke
Some cancer? Pussy, get your bands up
Codeine in the Fanta
Put them poles on you niggas
Turn you into dancers
Yeah, AK-47 with a damn banana, uh
Turn a pussy block into a damn bonanza
I got white like Hannah
Proud of me like tana
They got pigs at they crib
Like they in Alabama
Sippin' 1942 mixed with Tropicana
Pour a four, skadoosh, Kung Fu Panda
With the gangsters and the
Robbers chilling in Atlanta
Feds hit the trap
Throw the codeine in the blammer
I'm on Magnolia, cops puttin' me in handcuffs
800 gang 1400 (Bah)
Big 14
(Bah) , know what the fuck going on (Bah)
Gang (Bah) , gang (I'm shy, oh my God)
Niggas wanna be my kin, pussy
You not my folks, uh
Ridin' 'round town in a Benz
Put that bitch on spokes
Spent eight mil' on a crib
Bought that bitch with a moat
Bitch, I just got rich
Let's have a goddamn toast
Step on a nigga in Ricks
Got on a cranberry coat
Yeah, it's just me and my
Ho, snake eyes, bitch, like a GI joe
Baby, sit back, just smoke my
Dope, go get your brother
I heard that he croak
Put that on your mother, I know y'all hoes
Still gotta stick to the code
Boy, I get in that mode
Don't play with me, boy
This shit ain't for show
Eighty-eight keys, no piano, gotta get
It how you live, that's my MO
Yeah, she want the whole thing, not the demo
Pull in through a tunnel in my Maybach limo
Yeah, she want double trouble, that's akimbo
Whip her head back and forth, not no Willow
Get that nigga out that horse
Feel like Django
Sendin' shots everywhere, I feel like Rambo
Call of Duty, bitch, pull up with commandos
I might buy a yacht, feel like Jack Sparrow
Posted in the field like a damn scarecrow
And my brother sellin' white
Like some ashy elbows
Shawty, what's your name? Put you in Chanel
Ho i ain't even at the beach, but
I could send some shells, ho
Gotta get the all-black Ricks, shell toes
Keep all of that gangster shit
Up off the cell phone
My brother in the hole
We can't talk off the jail phone
With my brothers in the streets, man
I feel like Elmo
Sending all the shots and I got all the ammo
Got this shit lit like a damn candle
Pop a nigga's top like a damn canned good
Chrome Heart shades look like some Ray-Bans
Yeah red car, red bag, feel like Santa
Red bandana, here to fuck your plans up
What's up in your head? You want some smoke
Some cancer? Pussy, get your bands up
Codeine in the Fanta
Put them poles on you niggas
Turn you into dancers
Yeah, AK-47 with a damn banana, uh
Turn a pussy block into a damn bonanza
I got white like Hannah
Proud of me like tana
They got pigs at they crib
Like they in Alabama
Sippin' 1942 mixed with Tropicana
Pour a four, skadoosh, Kung Fu Panda
With the gangsters and the
Robbers chilling in Atlanta
Feds hit the trap
Throw the codeine in the blammer
I'm on Magnolia, cops puttin' me in handcuffs
800 gang 1400 (Bah)
Big 14
(Bah) , know what the fuck going on (Bah)
Gang (Bah) , gang (I'm shy, oh my God)