Trippie Redd - Tim Westwood Freestyle (Family Feud) lyrics

Yuh yah Yah
(Laughing) 14, yuh
Ooh

Ooh, nowadays I really miss my fucking idols
So that's the title, I grab a Bible
Pray for my rivals dead on arrival
I swear this shit did me like a cycle
Bodies and piles, blood rivers resemble Niles
They need survival
They need to rehearse a recital
I just sit back and listen to old Wayne songs
And get dome from a bitch while I brainstorm
And spit flames while I
Start making it rainstorm
You see I can't ignore it
You niggas gon' see it's
In your brain snoring
And you sleep on me until you can't no more
'Til you can't no more

Haha, yeah, ayy
Wake up I got my cake up, I need to rake up
I'm your savior, niggas ain't tough
And you can't buck, and you won't bust
And it's Trippie Redd bitch
I won't get touched

In my Gucci coat
In my Gucci loafs, I got Gucci clothes
Ayy, that's, that's all for today