Trippie Redd, Playboi Carti - They Afraid of You lyrics
Trippie Redd [Michael Lamar White II] Canton, Ohio, U.S. 🇺🇸
Playboi Carti [Jordan Terrell Carter] Atlanta, Georgia. U.S. 🇺🇸
[Trippie Redd, Playboi Carti - They Afraid of You lyrics]
(Ch-Ch-Ch-Ch-Chopsquad)
(DJ on the beat so it's a banger)
I hope they love you like they say they do
You gotta sit back and listen to
What they say to you
Tryna put on niggas but they betraying you
Really they are some bitches and
They afraid of you
The devil shoot for the stars and
It gon' aim at you
Gotta play right with your cards to
Win a game or two
I'll hit you when I depart
I just smoked a plane or two
I just landed on Mars and I
Don't know what to do, yeah
I'm on lean, I might blackout
Shawty wanna show her ass out
All-black Wraith, got the guts out
Pouring up lean 'til I pass out
I got a whole lot of mugshots
Too much money, can't count this guap
Backseat with the bags out
Rick Owens with the tags out
Got a bad bitch with an ass shot
Two-twenty, yeah, the dash out
Raf Simons, hell you talkin' bout?
Calvin Klein, hell you talkin' 'bout?
Good Gosha, hell you talkin' 'bout?
Undercover, hell you talkin' 'bout?
Hermès, hell you talkin' 'bout?
(Talkin' 'bout)
I'm a lil' model, huh (Woah)
You a Chanel lil' bitch (yeah)
I got the cash, lil' bitch, yeah
We smokin' that gas, lil' bitch, uh
Ain't wastin' no time, lil' bitch, yeah
It's about to go down, lil' bitch, yeah
I hope they love you like they say they do
You gotta sit back and listen to
What they say to you
Tryna put on niggas but they betraying you
Really they are some bitches and
They afraid of you
The devil shoot for the stars and
It gon' aim at you
Gotta play right with your cards to
Win a game or two
I'll hit you when I depart
I just smoked a plane or two
I just landed on Mars and I
Don't know what to do, yeah
(DJ on the beat so it's a banger)
I hope they love you like they say they do
You gotta sit back and listen to
What they say to you
Tryna put on niggas but they betraying you
Really they are some bitches and
They afraid of you
The devil shoot for the stars and
It gon' aim at you
Gotta play right with your cards to
Win a game or two
I'll hit you when I depart
I just smoked a plane or two
I just landed on Mars and I
Don't know what to do, yeah
I'm on lean, I might blackout
Shawty wanna show her ass out
All-black Wraith, got the guts out
Pouring up lean 'til I pass out
I got a whole lot of mugshots
Too much money, can't count this guap
Backseat with the bags out
Rick Owens with the tags out
Got a bad bitch with an ass shot
Two-twenty, yeah, the dash out
Raf Simons, hell you talkin' bout?
Calvin Klein, hell you talkin' 'bout?
Good Gosha, hell you talkin' 'bout?
Undercover, hell you talkin' 'bout?
Hermès, hell you talkin' 'bout?
(Talkin' 'bout)
I'm a lil' model, huh (Woah)
You a Chanel lil' bitch (yeah)
I got the cash, lil' bitch, yeah
We smokin' that gas, lil' bitch, uh
Ain't wastin' no time, lil' bitch, yeah
It's about to go down, lil' bitch, yeah
I hope they love you like they say they do
You gotta sit back and listen to
What they say to you
Tryna put on niggas but they betraying you
Really they are some bitches and
They afraid of you
The devil shoot for the stars and
It gon' aim at you
Gotta play right with your cards to
Win a game or two
I'll hit you when I depart
I just smoked a plane or two
I just landed on Mars and I
Don't know what to do, yeah