2Fye

Trippie Redd
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[Intro]
Pussy ass nigga
Woo
Maybach with the curtains, and it’s perfect
Like my momma, yeah
Slatt

[Chorus]
I just fucked a bitch and she was too fire (Woo)
I just made a half a million, too fire (Ah)
I just poured a four in my soda pop (Pop)
I just rolled me up a L, I’m smokin’ dead opps
I was sittin’ back, seein’ shit one way
Had to realize I had two eyes (Two eyes)
Niggas be talking that gunplay
Then pull on the block and its suicide (Suicide)
I hang with the killers and murderers
Don’t be a victim of homicide (Homicide)
Givenchy, Chanel, we ringin’ them bells (Hey, God)

[Verse 1]
I’m a red God
Pull up on the block, shoot you, headshot
Had that bitch take the red eye
Smokin’ dope, I got red eyes
I’m high as hell, yeah, high as hell, my God…

[Chorus]
I just fucked a bitch and she was too fire (Woo)
I just made a half a million, too fire (Ah)
I just poured a four in my soda pop (Pop)
I just rolled me up a L, I’m smokin’ dead opps
I was sittin’ back, seein’ shit one way
Had to realize I had two eyes (Two eyes)
Niggas be talking that gunplay
Then pull on the block and its suicide (Suicide)
I hang with the killers and murderers
Don’t be a victim of homicide (Homicide)
Givenchy, Chanel, we ringin’ them bells (Yeah)

[Verse 2]
Origami on my body
I pop Oxys, never (?)
King of the hills, father figures
Just like
[???] word to Bobby

[???] of the hills, I keep me a Tommy
Bitch I’m a
[???], but don’t call me daddy
We got them
[???], we shoot at your body
She want the racks, she off of the molly
I just popped a perky for you hating niggas, fuck you at
I’m so high, be so upset
I’m so up
[???] jet
I’m so up, Obama check
Bitch I blow up, Osama, yeah
Maybach with the curtains and it’s perfect like my momma, yeah

[Chorus]
I just fucked a bitch and she was too fire (Woo)
I just made a half a million, too fire (Ah)
I just poured a four in my soda pop (Pop)
I just rolled me up a L, I’m smokin’ dead opps
I was sittin’ back, seein’ shit one way
Had to realize I had two eyes (Two eyes)
Niggas be talking that gunplay
Then pull on the block and its suicide (Suicide)
I hang with the killers and murderers
Don’t be a victim of homicide (Homicide)
Givenchy, Chanel, we ringin’ them bells