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Trippie Redd - Pegasus Album Lyrics



Trippie Redd - Pegasus Lyrics






Let It Out

[ Featuring Myiah Lynnae ]

Passion (mmh)
Passion, passion
Absent, absent

I tried to love with a passion
Where's your love?
Bae, your heart has been absent
Brand new feeling
You just gotta breakdown in tears and let it out (ooh)
I know it was things that were said and thoughts in your head (ah, oh)
Just let it out (ah, ah)
I know it was lies being spread, let's put it to an end
And let it out (ah)

You gotta let it out (ooh)
I know its kind of hard to give in
You gotta let it out (ooh)
I feel like that's the right decision
You gotta let it out (ah)
You gotta let it out (mmh)
You gotta let it out

I got some shit to say, might get it off my chest
Fingers in my hair might take away the stress
I need to know, before I tell you, can I trust you?
'Cause I ain't love no other nigga like I love you
And since you came around, my life ain't been the same
You got me doin' things I swear I'd never change
This life gets crazy but I swear you keep me sane (sane)

Think I might let it out, ooh
I know it's kinda hard to give in
Think I might let it out, ooh
I feel like that's the right decision
You gotta let it out (ooh)
You gotta let it out (ooh)
You gotta let it out (ooh)
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Khirye Anthony Tyler, Larrance Levar Dopson, Michael Lamar II White, Miyiah Lynnae, Ozan Yildirim, Quintin Ferbie Gulledge
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC






Moonlight

Huh, I'ma just kick somethin' player
You know what I'm sayin'?

Bae, I need a helping hand (hand)
I can still be your man (man)
I was tryna see your plans (plans)
'Cause I was tryna have this dance tonight (yeah)
Your body, girl, I'm a real big fan (fan, big fan)
And I cannot lose this chance (yeah)
So, baby girl, grab my hand (hand)
This moment I'm waiting for, I fantasize

I just wanna be with you, I just wanna be with you tonight (yeah)
I just wanna be with you (I just wanna be with you)
Under the moonlight, under the moonlight, bae (yeah)
Under the moonlight, under the moonlight, bae (oh)

I know you see me callin' (callin')
I don't do these things often
Shawty only f*ck with bosses
Lil' lightskin bitch from Boston
Shawty wanna come and have sex with me (sex with me)
Hundred thousand I spent on my necklace (necklace)
Trips to Barcelona, all on that jet, lil' bitch (that jet, lil' bitch)
Pull up, blocka-blocka, the block get wet, lil' bitch (wet)
You know I'm a Rasta, cut off your head, lil' bitch (cut off your head)
You know that I'm crazy, I need my meds, lil' bitch
I can't get you out of my damn head, oh, oh

Bae, I need a helping hand (hand)
I can still be your man (man)
I was tryna see your plans (plans)
'Cause I was tryna have this dance tonight (yeah)
Your body, girl, I'm a real big fan (fan, big fan)
And I cannot lose this chance (yeah)
So, baby girl, grab my hand (hand)
This moment I'm waiting for, I fantasize

I just wanna be with you, I just wanna be with you tonight (yeah)
I just wanna be with you (I just wanna be with you)
Under the moonlight, under the moonlight, bae (yeah)
Under the moonlight, under the moonlight, bae (oh)

Moonlight, under the moonlight, bae
Ah
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Writer: Adrian Rupke, Igor Mamet, Khirye Anthony Tyler, Michael Lamar White
Copyright: Lyrics © DistroKid, Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.






Love Scars 4

Don't give up on me
You know that I love you, baby (baby)
I know that I trust you, baby (baby)
Nobody else's, oh
Know that I love you, baby
Know that I trust you, baby

Girl, you barely know (barely know)
How I really felt (really felt) about you, whoa
And don't think I'd forget, I said I love
I said I love you, girl

And, baby, you're stuck
Transmission went out
Transitions, my house
New positions to try out
Let's go, babe, right now
Let's go, babe, right now
Baby, let's go

I know, I know, I know, I know that you're still in love (yeah)
I know, I know, I know, I know that you're still in love (do it again)
I know, I know, I know, I know that you're still in love (yeah)
I know, I know, I know, I know that you're still in love
You're in love
You're in love

Don't give up on me
You know that I love you, baby (baby)
You know that I trust you, baby (baby)
Nobody else's, oh
Know that I love you, baby
Know that I trust you, baby

Girl, you barely know (barely know)
How I really felt (really felt) about you, whoa
And don't think I'd forget, I said I love
I said I love you, girl
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Adrian Rupke, Igor Mamet, Khirye Anthony Tyler, Michael Lamar White
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.






The Nether

If you happen to 'round my way
You won't ever have be, be afraid
If you happen to 'round my way
'Cause I really like to
Now I try
Can't get you off my mind
No matter how I try
Can't get you off my mind

Yeah, I think you happened in my past life
Exit turns was really scary to me last night
I'm seein' ghosts and every day is like our last life
Heaven or Hell, I'm on my last flight
I do one-fifty to the dash right
I'm blown' dope, it's too much smoke
And I ain't got nowhere to ash right
I spit my feelings to a glass mic
That boy get too much cheese
How you expectin' not to attract mice?
Don't do good with social advice
Don't wanna be the one to pick your brain
Wanna be the one to pick and choose a different pinky ring like everyday
Heaven-sent off Mary Jane, Richard Mille, keep it plain
A different bitch, a different day
Feel invincible, I can't feel a thing
Invincible, I can't feel the pain
Invincible, I can't feel it, feel it
Feel invincible, I can't feel a thing
Invincible, I can't feel the pain
Invincible, I can't feel it, feel it

If you happen to be 'round my way
'Cause I'd really like to hear, hear you say
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Michael Lamar II White
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.






So Stressed

Yeah
Nah, nah

Wipe the tears from your eyes, I know you stressin' (stressin')
Wipe the tears from your eyes, girl, you a blessin' (you a blessin')
Me and you got some identical gestures
Me and you gon' survive, our love a weapon (we gon' survive)
I swear me and you can do anything
Me and you and Hennessy
Me and you is the remedy of love

Yeah
Baby, tell me what it is and what it f*ckin' ain't
I just bought a condo overseas to get the f*ck away
Dolce Gabbana, dollars and weed, I'm smokin' Runtz today (yeah)
The Fendi and Prada, got what you need
Let's touch the sun today (got what you need)
I know you so over this quarantine, let's go have fun today (go have fun)
Me and you had plans, let's get 'em done today (lone)
Oh man, goddamn, don't throw your love away (love)
'Cause I was taught to love a way
Flood my soul, I love the drank
Hurt to the bone, I love the pain
Used to the cold, I love the rain
Stick to the code despite the pain
See UFOs in the sky today
If you could see the shit in my mind, you would feel all type of ways
Type of shit take the shine away
Type of shit make you cry today

Wipe the tears from your eyes, I know you stressin' (stressin')
Wipe the tears from your eyes, girl, you a blessin' (you a blessin')
Me and you got some identical gestures
Me and you gon' survive, our love a weapon (we gon' survive)
I swear me and you can do anything
Me and you and Hennessy
Me and you is the remedy of love

You heard? I ain't the type to stress you (yeah)
Left bands and strap on your dresser (yup)
Got your pussy all wet, good nectar (huh)
Touched down in the six, smokin' cigs (six)
Breakfast in bed, get the bowl of the grits
Put glass on your neck like your head got big (got big)
Come fly with the kid, yeah, my life is a trip
Come take a one-way, we don't do round trips (hell nah)
Bad bitch, Fendi with the Jimmy Choos (Jimmy Choos)
We can go overseas, bring a friend or two
Let me get you charged up like a Pikachu
We could hit Ibiza, eat pizza too
Wipe your eyes, keep 'em dry like an igloo
I ain't hatin' on your hustle, I don't need to lose
Have you been out the country? You could pick a few
Come and sit with a boss, do what bosses do

You ready, baby? Let's ride, let's slide in the coupe
I got a case of the Hennessy and '42
You ever smoked on a thought? Grabbed your thighs, this be the truth
I told shawty need that top, when we mob, she drop the roof

Wipe the tears from your eyes, I know you stressin' (stressin')
Wipe the tears from your eyes, girl, you a blessin' (you a blessin')
Me and you got some identical gestures
Me and you gon' survive, our love a weapon (we gon' survive)
I swear me and you can do anything
Me and you and Hennessy
Me and you is the remedy of love
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Adrian Rupke, Igor Mamet, Khirye Anthony Tyler, Michael Lamar White
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.






Excitement

Oh
Whoa, whoa

Sex ain't the only thing that's on my mind
But you get me so excited, whoa
Irreplaceable
Tattoos from your neck that drop down to your ankles
Droptop in the rain
Shawty, you wanna feel good, I wanna feel good too
Don't I make you feel good?
You get me so excited

Shawty wanna roll with a rockstar
Baby, let's go, we can go far
Yeah, watch the stars, and go far

Shawty, your body is so exciting
I love when you get on top and you ride it
All in your ocean, you call me Ho-seidon
In control of your water, you're lovin' my trident
Shawty, your body is so exciting
I love when you get on top and you ride it
All in your ocean, you call me Ho-seidon
In control of your water, you're lovin' my trident

Shawty (shawty), love me forever (love me forever)
Shawty (shawty), gotta love me forever, girl
(Gotta love me forever, babe)
Shawty, love me forever babe
Shawty (shawty), uh, yeah

Shawty wanna roll with a rockstar
Baby, let's go, we can go far
Yeah, watch the stars, and go far

Shawty, your body is so exciting
I love when you get on top and you ride it
All in your ocean, you call me Ho-seidon
In control of your water, you're lovin' my trident
Shawty, your body is so exciting
I love when you get on top and you ride it
All in your ocean, you call me Ho-seidon
In control of your water, you're lovin' my trident

Sex ain't the only thing that's on my mind
But you get me so excited, whoa
Irreplaceable
Tattoos from your neck that drop down to your ankles
Droptop in the rain
Shawty, you wanna feel good, I wanna feel good too
Don't I make you feel good?
You get me so excited, babe

How well should I feel about you? But crazy
Pushed the limits on my anxiety
When I'm inside it (ooh, ooh)
My excitement for you (ooh)
For you (ooh), for you
Yeah-yeah, yeah
Oh, yeah-yeah, yeah, oh

Shawty, your body is so exciting
I love when you get on top and you ride it
All in your ocean, you call me Ho-seidon
In control of your water, you're lovin' my trident
Shawty, your body is so exciting
I love when you get on top and you ride it
All in your ocean, you call me Ho-seidon
In control of your water, you're lovin' my trident
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Dominik Patrzek, Jahron Anthony Brathwaite, Michael Lamar Ii White, Nik Frascona, Ozan Yildirim
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.






Mood

Why you acting mad for? Did everything you asked for
Blaming me is so unfair
Don't be a bitch, don't call me "asshole," when you get mad
What type of shit is that? (Girl)
Killin' my vibe by changin' your mood
Killin' a lie by tellin' the truth
You don't know me and I don't know you (No, no, no, baby)
You ain't gotta be mean, ain't gotta be rude
Bitch, if I'm in the way, tell me to move

Baby, why you mad?
Forget everything and leave it in the past
Man, I swear I did everything, I tried to make to make it last (yeah)
And you still hate me, can't you see?
How I've been holdin' up, pourin' up
Frozen up, so in love with you
And you still hate me, can't you see?
How I've been holdin' up, pourin' up
Frozen up, so in love with you
I hate to say it, but it's over
I'ma sip the soda 'til my f*cking cup runneth over

Why you acting mad for? Did everything you asked for
Blaming me is so unfair
Don't be a bitch, don't call me "asshole," when you get mad
What type of shit is that? (Girl)
Killin' my vibe by changin' your mood
Killin' a lie by tellin' the truth
You don't know me and I don't know you (no, no, no, baby)
You ain't gotta be mean, ain't gotta be rude
Bitch, if I'm in the way, tell me to move
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Christopher Brown, Igor Mamet, Khirye Anthony Tyler, Michael Lamar White
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Songtrust Ave, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.






Pegasus

Yeah

She say that she gon' ride, call her Pegasus
Bitch, I'm with the guys, I feel omega, bitch
Tryna f*ck her from the side, dig in her crevasses, yeah
She know that her love, her power's my medicine
Impeccable how I flex on them so effortless
Like vegetables, I'm counting Broccoli, my cheddar, bitch
Versace clothes and I'm still rocking my Giuseppes, bitch
I bless them hoes, but I ain't namedropping a messy bitch

Laid back in the Maybach, lick my testes, bitch
Laid back in the Maybach, disrespecting shit
I got sauce, hella sauce, man, that's that zesty shit, yeah
And you quicksand, this ain't no Deon, niggas peons
I got them racks with me, infinity and beyond
Niggas ain't really with that murder shit we be on
I just unload the f*ckin' K and get my freak on
Hardest nigga standing in the game, try my feet on
Niggas always want your spot, get your compete on
Shoutout Casanova, 'cause I got my diamond teeth on
And all that bullshit is for the birds, I see your beak on
Pussy ass nigga sending shots like a beacon
Baby, I'm the one, not the two, Abe Lincoln
Doing donuts, swerving with the pistol out the Lincoln
All face shots, have a pussy face leakin'

She say that she gon' ride, call her Pegasus
Bitch, I'm with the guys, I feel omega, bitch
Tryna f*ck her from the side, dig in her crevasses, yeah
She know that her love, her power's my medicine
Impeccable how I flex on them so effortless
Like vegetables, I'm counting Broccoli, my cheddar, bitch
Versace clothes and I'm still rocking my Giuseppes, bitch
I bless them hoes, but I ain't namedropping a messy bitch
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Adrian Rupke, Igor Mamet, Khirye Anthony Tyler, Michael Lamar White
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.






Weeeeee

(Loaded, what up?)

I'm a big dog, who you wanna be? (Yeah)
Diamonds on my wrist and on my teeth (yeah, big 14 know what the f*ck goin' on)
I smoke ZaZa, I'm in lala off them trees (woo)
Took the T-tops off the 'Vette, I need a breeze (yeah, yeah)
And I do the f*ckin' dash like Need For Speed (skrrt)
I don't need a bitch, what a bitch need (yeah, yeah)
She was off a X pill now she want E (oh)
She went up a molly ramp and she went, "Wee" (yeah, yeah, yeah)

Got a pound, know what we doin' today
I hang with them killers, they ruin your day
I'm feelin' good, I'm super today
Lit with the gang and we feel like Sly Cooper today
Got a Bentley, but I just might Uber today
Got a beam with me like a storm trooper today
Hella stones on me like I'm Medusa today
And I'm blowin' up like I'm a boomer today
I'm a superstar, you a consumer today
All black whip look like a puma today
I'm the king I'm with Timone and Pumba today
In your dreams, I'm big Freddy Krueger today
Don't make me pop out with that ruler today
Stretch your bitch on my dick, it's like Zumba today
If they like to shoot, I'm a shooter today
Do the drill on a muhf*ckin' scooter today
Teach the world, I might become a tutor today
She wan' f*ck, I might toot her and boot her today
Call her OVO thing, come from Hooters today (yeah)
B-L-double-O-D, I feel booler today (blood)
Play with ice like a muhf*ckin' cooler today
Count up a mil' in the Cullinan (yeah)
Spent half a mil' for the fun of it (yeah)
We talkin' money, bitch, I got a bunch of it

I'm a big dog, who you wanna be? (Yeah)
Diamonds on my wrist and on my teeth (yeah, big 14, know what the f*ck goin' on)
I smoke ZaZa, I'm in lala off them trees (woo)
Took the T-tops off the 'Vette, I need a breeze (yeah, yeah)
And I do the f*ckin' dash like Need For Speed (skrrt)
I don't need a bitch, what a bitch need (yeah, yeah)
She was off a X pill now she want E (oh)
She went up a molly ramp and she went, "Wee" (yeah, yeah, yeah)

Wee
Ha, haha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Wee
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha
Ooh, wee
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Writer: Igor Mamet, Kamil Budek, Khirye Tyler, Larance Dobson, Michael White II, Quintin Gulledge
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sentric Music, Songtrust Ave






Personal Favorite

(Chasin' the money all day)
Tell me where to go
Tell me where to go, ayy
Tell me where to
Tell me where to go, tell me where to go, yeah

Tell me where to go (go)
Tell me where to go (yeah)
I know you mad, but let it go (go)
Gotta let it go (ayy)
Gotta keep control (okay)
Pour my heart out, ayy (ayy)
Pour me up a four (four)
It's time to set the tone
Look me in my eyes, bitch, look me in my soul
When you said you love me, I took it personal
Nobody else worthy, your ass deserve the throne, ayy
You deserve it, girl

I don't do the run around, better not to go there
Saint Laurent, Moncler, sippin' on some Belaire
Palm trees, fresh air, put my hands through her hair
Where you wanna go? I'll take you there, yeah
Uh, she wanna have sex, let's get on a jet (wanna have sex)
I'm grippin' her neck while I'm rubbin' her breasts (woo, yeah)
Uh, I ball like the nets, so hard to impress (impress)
You talkin' that shit, but you cannot flex (flex)
Niggas be cap like Mitchell and Ness (yeah)

Tell me where to go (go)
Tell me where to go (yeah)
I know you mad, but let it go (go)
Gotta let it go (ayy)
Gotta keep control (okay)
Pour my heart out, ayy (ayy)
Pour me up a four (four)
It's time to set the tone
Look me in my eyes, bitch, look me in my soul
When you said you love me, I took it personal
Nobody else worthy, your ass deserve the throne, ayy
You deserve it, girl

You got the throne, you set the tone
And every time she call my phone, you know I'm gone (you know I'm gone)
Hit it from the back, I tell her, "look back at me, baby" (baby)
When she ride the dick, you know she talkin' to me crazy
She get Chanel, yeah (Chanel, yeah)
My bitch too goddamn cold, she need a Moncler (Moncler)
Ain't renegades with your love, I gotta play fair (play fair)
When I hit that spot, she be like, "oh, yeah" (oh, yeah)
Said she got the pussy for me, tell me where to go (tell me where to go)
I ain't buy one Birkin, went ahead and bought her four (I bought her four)
Know you mad, let it go (go)
Broke your heart, I can't do it no more (more)
New Chanel from her head to her toe (yeah)
Need your love, tell me where do I go (what?)

Tell me where to go (go)
Tell me where to go (yeah)
I know you mad, but let it go (go)
Gotta let it go (ayy)
Gotta keep control (okay)
Pour my heart out, ayy (ayy)
Pour me up a four (four)
It's time to set the tone
Look me in my eyes, bitch, look me in my soul
When you said you love me, I took it personal
Nobody else worthy, your ass deserve the throne, ayy
You deserve it, girl
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Writer: Chase Dalton Rose, Dimitri Leslie Roger, Igor Mamet, Khirye Anthony Tyler, Michael Lamar White
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.






V-12

Ten, nine, ignition sequence started (outside)
Six, five, four, three, two, one, zero (outside, yeah, haha, yeah)
All engines running, liftoff

Maybach outside (outside)
Your girlfriend right by my side (my side)
Your best friend askin' for a ride (let's ride)
V-12, we finna fly (we finna fly)

She wanna hop in the Maybach
I told her "get in the back" (bitch, get in the back)
Diamonds, they shinin' on my neck (yeah)
Diamonds, they shine on my back (my back)
I'm a demon in the night, yeah
I spread my wings like a bat (a bat)
I see my opps through the sight, yeah (bah)
They know my gang gon' attack
Grippin' her neck and her back
Dick in her throat while I'm f*ckin' her cat
These niggas lame and these niggas wack
That nigga want static, that nigga get zapped
I don't do no talking, I aim with the MAC
I don't do no talking, I'm ending a chat
That boy think he fly, but he really a gnat (bitch)
Dunk on a nigga like Shaq (shaq)
Try to run up, put one in your back
Turn yo ass straight to a pack (woo)
Now we smokin' on you and you thraxxx
Smokin' the opps and we turnt to the max
Bitch made me mad, I'm feelin' like Max
I used to love Barney, now I shop at Sak's
I feel like iCarly, I'm all on the net
My bitch is a Barbie, that bitch throw the neck (the neck, yeah)

In a Maybach, swervin' on God (oh)
In a Maybach, swervin' on God, yeah (swerve)
Baby, hop in the back (skrr)
In the back of my Maybach
Baby, hop in the back (yeah, yeah)

Maybach outside (outside)
Your girlfriend right by my side (my side)
Your best friend askin' for a ride (let's go)
V-12, we finna fly (we finna fly), yeah
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Writer: Anton Martin Mendo, Igor Mamet, Khirye Anthony Tyler, Michael Lamar White
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.






Spaceships

(ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob)

Baby, you can quit callin' my phone (phone)
Ain't no more lovin' back home (home)
Leave a f*ckin' message at the dial tone (tone)
Yeah, yeah

I swear I don't feel hate (feel)
It can get real here (real)
Bein' trapped in your own head (yeah)
Bein' trapped in your own head (I'm trapped in my head)

I just flew two bitches in from overseas (oh)
They both from Portugal, they both Portuguese (oh)
Told her behold the presence of a king
She gon' bow down and get right on her knees
Got a brick on my neck and my wrist a quarter key
We aimin' above the neck, you best move accordingly (bah)
We got this shit on lock, baby, like quarantine
Hold up, wait, I'm just chillin' with your main bitch, yeah
I know that I'm the G.O.A.T. and I'm the greatest, yeah
I don't gotta brag, don't gotta say shit, yeah
I know I look sad up in a spaceship, yeah
That's because my mind, it be racin', yeah

That's because my mind, it be racin', yeah
That's because my mind, it be racin', yeah
That's because my mind, it be racin', yeah
That's because my mind, it be racin', yeah

Africa bungee jumpin' off of a thin rope, uh
You can be my girl, but in public, it's kinfolk
Can't get in my feelings 'bout shit and that's how it go
Half a million, upgrade your closet from Kenneth Cole
Keep it real, I wanna have some sex on a boat
Pushin' it inside you until you say, "ayo"
Ever since I called you my girl, you've been rock-and-roll
It's Pateks and Plain Jane AP's and Rose Gold
She say, "I can't wait to leave here with you if you die"
I don't wanna be nowhere near when you cry
Keep it real, I bought you a ring last night
But I don't want you thinkin' that you are the wife
I'm not here to cap, here the key, baby high, high
Throw away your car, got a new one to ride, ride
Know when I'm with you she can't even get high, high
And if I'm not with you, I can't get a high, high

Baby, you can quit callin' my phone
Ain't no more lovin' back home
Leave a f*ckin' message at the dial tone
Yeah, yeah

I swear I don't feel hate (feel)
It can get real here (real)
Bein' trapped in your own head (yeah)
Bein' trapped in your own head (I'm trapped in my head)
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Igor Mamet, Jacob Canady, Jeffrey Williams, Khirye Anthony Tyler, Michael Lamar White
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.






Never Change

Future Hendrix
Rockstar life
(Mally Mall)

Everythin' that glitters ain't gold (no)
I'm holdin' onto what's left of my soul (my soul)
Either way it go, I'm stickin' to the code
This game wasn't free to me, so this game's up (you know it's up)
I keep it hood with the hood (with the hood)
I keep it G with the G (keep it G with the G)
And no matter where I go (no matter where I go)
You can never ever change me (you can never change me)

Yeah, I promise to keep it G and live by the code
R.I.P. to my niggas, God bless they soul
Niggas be switchin' colors like a Morse code (yeah)
I swear the richer I get, my friends turned to foes
And I promise I will never change
And I moved onto better things (yeah)
And when I pull up, bet my Glocky got a weddin' ring
And we done moved up, reachin' heights that you won't ever gain
And still the same, yeah

Everythin' that glitters ain't gold (no)
I'm holdin' onto what's left of my soul (my soul)
Either way it go, I'm stickin' to the code
This game wasn't free to me, so this game's up (you know it's up)
I keep it hood with the hood (with the hood)
I keep it G with the G (keep it G with the G)
And no matter where I go (no matter where I go)
You can never ever change me (you can never change me)

Either way it go, a couple millions in my bank account
Either way it go, I'm gettin' racks, baby, now watch your mouth
Either way it go, you get this .30 on this .50 cal'
You just need to know it's motherf*ckin' goin' down
Trust me, got no time to f*ckin' play around (yeah)
I'ma grow wings, I go up and then I'm comin' down
And I won't say a thing 'cause we know these rappers snitchin' now
I'm so DnD, so I try to keep my distance now

Everythin' that glitters ain't gold (no)
I'm holdin' onto what's left of my soul (my soul)
Either way it go, I'm stickin' to the code
This game wasn't free to me, so this game's up (you know it's up)
I keep it hood with the hood (with the hood)
I keep it G with the G (keep it G with the G)
And no matter where I go (no matter where I go)
You can never ever change me (you can never change me)

I keep it hood with the hood (with the hood)
I keep it G with the G (keep it G with the G)
And no matter where I go (no matter where I go)
You can never ever change me (you can never change me)

I keep it hood with the hood (with the hood)
I keep it G with the G (keep it G with the G)
And no matter where I go (no matter where I go)
You can never ever change me (you can never change me)
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Igor Mamet, Jamal Rashid, Khirye Anthony Tyler, Michael Lamar White, Nayvadius Demun Wilburn
Copyright: Lyrics © KYLE EDWARDS PUBLISHING, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, EMMITS SON SONGS, Exploration Group LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.






Good Morning

Yeah, Big 14 know what the f*ck going on
Yeah, yeah, yeah, ooh, yeah

Baby, what you really waiting for? (Waiting for?)
I can give you everything and more (more)
Just know when it rains, it f*cking pours (f*cking pours)
F*cking on your late-night bitch while you snoring
I was on some late-night shit, I was bored (yeah)
F*cking on your main bitch, uh, in the morning (yeah)
Yeah, my big dick give that bitch good mornings (yeah)
Yeah, my big dick give that bitch good mornings

I beat that pussy up while she snoring
Wake her up, give that bitch a good morning
Make it rain, bitch, you know it be pouring
In a new exotic crib, look like a fortress
Tryna put you in a Lamb or Porsche, bitch
Got them racks coming in, a couple endorsements
And you still f*cking with some dorks, bitch
You f*ck with shitlin ass niggas, you f*ck with pork, bitch (pork, bitch)

Baby, what you really waiting for? (Waiting for?)
I can give you everything and more (more)
Just know when it rains, it f*cking pours (f*cking pours)
F*cking on your late-night bitch while you snoring
I was on some late-night shit, I was bored (yeah)
F*cking on your main bitch, uh, in the morning (yeah)
Yeah, my big dick give that bitch good mornings (yeah)
Yeah, my big dick give that bitch good mornings

Yeah, my big dick give that bitch good mornings
Yeah, my big dick give that bitch good mornings
Yeah, my big dick give that bitch good mornings
Yeah, my big dick give that bitch good mornings

Baby, what you really waiting for?
I can give you everything and more
Just know when it rains, it f*cking pours
F*cking on your late-night bitch while you snoring
I was on some late-night shit, I was bored
F*cking on your main bitch, uh, in the morning
Yeah, my big dick give that bitch good mornings
Yeah, my big dick give that bitch good mornings

Yeah, my big dick give that bitch good mornings
Yeah, my big dick give that bitch good mornings
Yeah, my big dick give that bitch good mornings
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Darrell Jackson, Igor Mamet, Khirye Anthony Tyler, Michael Lamar White
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, O/B/O DistroKid, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.






No Honorable Mention

Ha-ha, yeah (ha)
Rest in peace, rest in peace
Rest in peace, rest in peace, yeah (bitch)
RIP, RIP, RIP, RIP, hey (I hope you niggas die)
(DJ on the beat so it's a banger)
(You dead now, you dead now, yeah)
If you hate me, I hate you, nigga, f*ck you (oh, yeah)
And your mama, hoe (I don't give a f*ck)
Big-14 know what the f*ck goin' on (yeah)

I'm up, up to the ceiling (woo)
You talkin' that shit, then we go do some killin' (killin')
I hang with the murders and robbers and villains (yeah, yeah)
You know all the vibes, I'm with all the business (yeah)
Your bitch in my ride, don't get in your feelings (feelings, skrrt)
She know I'm that nigga, no honorable mention (yeah)
She givin' me all her attention (attention)
I'm ridin' around with your misses (your misses)
F*ck with me, end up missing (woo), murder rate goin' up
A hundred K goin' up, five hundred K goin' up
F*ck with me, end up missing (goin' up), murder rate goin' up
A hundred K goin' up, five hundred K goin' up (goin' up)

I woke up, like, who wanna die today? (Who wanna die?)
Who wanna ride today? (I woke up)
Who wanna try to survive the day? (Survive)
Try to survive the wave
I'm feeling' fly today (ha)
Might pick up some hoes and swerve in the ride today (ride)
The stars inside the wraith ('side)
No matter the night, no matter the day
My diamonds, they ice and don't need a tray (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Shawty will wanna marry me (marry me), come in hurricane (hurricane)
I don't want novocaine (novocaine)
Hit it twice don't know her name
Pour a pint and feel my pain
Spill my pints, I feel insane (feel insane)
Who said it's hard to maintain? (Maintain)
Pop a bottle of some champagne (pop some champagne)
F*cked a supermodel broad, gave me crazy brain (gave me crazy brain)
I'm with her flying in a dream
And whenever I'm down, I look around in reverse (DJ on the beat so it's a banger)

I'm up, up to the ceiling (woo)
You talkin' that shit, then we go do some killin' (killin')
I hang with the murderers, the robbers, the villains (yeah, yeah)
You know all the vibes, I'm with all the business (yeah)
Your bitch in my ride, don't get in your feelings (feelings, skrrt)
She know I'm that nigga, no honorable mention (yeah)
She givin' me all her attention (attention)
I'm ridin' around with your misses (your misses)
F*ck with me, end up missing (woo), murder rate goin' up
A hundred K goin' up, five hundred K goin' up
F*ck with me, end up missing (goin' up), murder rate goin' up
A hundred K goin' up, five hundred K goin' up (it go up)

Huncho
I keep the stick by the door of this kitchen
Murder rate up to the top of the ceiling
I got that love for the racks when they skinny
Mind your bidness (your bidness)
You probably don't know when I'm totin' is kickin' (kickin')
Young nigga ready to slide, with fire in his eyes, young nigga be trippin' (ha)
Young nigga start to go harder (go)
Two-seater, passenger carbon (two-seat)
Ten on your head that's a bargain (ten)
I see my enemy starvin' (enemy)
We goin' up on the margin (up)
Outta here, mars with the martian (gone)
I turn my back, I'm a target (my back)
You niggas look fishy with shark (fishy)
I'm an incredible artist (woo)
I pray that nobody don't test me (test me)
It's gon' be a homicide, just let 'em bleed (bleed, bleed)
You stick to the code, no you can't speak (speak, speak)
If you want the smoke, smoke like grab a leaf (DJ on the beat so it's a banger)

I'm up, up to the ceiling (woo)
You talkin' that shit, then we go do some killin' (killin')
I hang with the murders and robbers and villains (yeah, yeah)
You know all the vibes, I'm with all the business (yeah)
Your bitch in my ride, don't get in your feelings (feelings, skrrt)
She know I'm that nigga, no honorable mention (yeah)
She givin' me all her attention (attention)
I'm ridin' around with your misses (your misses)
F*ck with me, end up missing (woo), murder rate goin' up
A hundred K goin' up, five hundred K goin' up
F*ck with me, end up missing (goin' up), murder rate goin' up
A hundred K goin' up, five hundred K goin' up (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Hundred K in my pockets, hmm (cash)
Glizzy stuck in my joggers, yeah
Shot with killers and robbers
So, who think they can stop us? (Yeah)
Rock out, I go off, been gone for too long (too long)
Same block, I closed off (yeah)
'Til one of my niggas home (home)
I'm in the foreign, switchin' on lanes
Bad bitch, she givin' me brain
VVS diamonds on my chain
It's my year, so get out my way
Slide like a boulder
No guidance in my city, my heart gettin' colder, it's crazy
Hop in the foreign all by myself (myself)
'Cause I was down bad
I ain't see one of y'all niggas that was there to help (not one)
When I touched my first mill, you know how I felt (i felt)
Come to my city, get shot (blip)
'Cause really my niggas out there don't know nothing else (DJ on the beat so it's a banger)

I'm up, up to the ceiling (woo)
You talkin' that shit, then we go do some killin' (killin')
I hang with the murders and robbers and villains (yeah, yeah)
You know all the vibes, I'm with all the business (yeah)
Your bitch in my ride, don't get in your feelings (feelings, skrrt)
She know I'm that nigga, no honorable mention (yeah)
She givin' me all her attention (attention)
I'm ridin' around with your misses (your misses)
F*ck with me, end up missing (woo), murder rate goin' up
A hundred K goin' up, five hundred K goin' up
F*ck with me, end up missing (goin' up), murder rate goin' up
A hundred K goin' up, five hundred K goin' up (it go up)
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Darrell Jackson, Igor Mamet, Khirye Anthony Tyler, Lathan Echols, Michael Lamar White, Quavious Keyate Marshall
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.






I Got You

No cap
I'm the one, not the two

Yeah, yeah
Fiendin' for your love every damn day
Put my love above, drive me insane
A little Hennessy, a lot of D'ussé
Baby, make a movie with me, Blu-ray
Coulda saved me from myself but it's too late
Sorry for inconveniences and mood swings
Fly as f*ck in Givenchy, sippin' Kool-Aid, yeah

Baby, if you give it to me, I'll give it to you
You know that I got you, hey
Shorty, if you give it to me, I'll give it to you
You know that I got you, hey
Shorty, if you give it to me, I'll give it to you
You know that I got you, hey
Shorty, if you give it to me, I'll give it to you
You know that I got you, hey

Yeah, baby girl, you know you hit the target (yeah)
Beautiful and sweeter than a box of Boston Markets (ha)
Put a stone on you like the diamond was once lost in the Arctic (ow)
See that you whipped the Bugatti and the way that you parked it
Respect my reflection or you better get (get)
My queen move with proper royal empress etiquette (ow)
We blossomed together, even when I became a predicate (shit)
Funny how we started off as friends with benefits
Everything right, she a perfectionist (oh yeah)
And when she tight about some shit, you gotta let her bitch (let her bitch)
Ride-or-die loyal, mami would never switch (never)
We built an empire together, now we forever rich, I got you

Yeah, fiendin' for your love every damn day
Put my love above, drive me insane
A little Hennessy, a lot of D'Ussé
Baby, make a movie with me, Blu-ray
Coulda saved me from myself but it's too late
Sorry for inconveniences and mood swings
Fly as f*ck in Givenchy, sippin' Kool-Aid, yeah

Baby, if you give it to me, I'll give it to you
You know that I got you, hey
Shorty, if you give it to me, I'll give it to you
You know that I got you, hey
Shorty, if you give it to me, I'll give it to you
You know that I got you, hey
Shorty, if you give it to me, I'll give it to you
You know that I got you, hey
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Khirye Anthony Tyler, Leroy Jones, Michael Lamar White, Rashia Tashan Fisher, Ricardo Thomas, Roger McNair, Trevor Smith, Wesley Glass, William Lewis
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Downtown Music Publishing, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.






Too Fly

Pussy-ass nigga (woo)
Maybach with the curtains
And it's perfect like my mama, yeah (slatt)

I just f*cked a bitch, she was too fire
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 an 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 talkin' that gunplay
They pull on the block and it's suicide (suicide)
I hang with the killers and murderers
Don't be a victim of homicide (homicide)
Givenchy, Chanel, we ringin' them bells (yeah)

Murakami on my body, I pop Oxys, not no 'Ollies
King of the Hill, father figure, just like Hank's, word to Bobby
Speak of the hills, I keep me a Tommy
Bitch, I'm a Don, but don't call me Donny
We got them rounds, we shoot at your body
She f*ck around, she off of the molly
I just popped a Percocet
Heard you hatin', is it workin' yet? (workin' yet)
I'm so up, you so upset, I'm so up, a homage check
I'm so up, Obama check
Bitch, I blow up, Osama, yeah
Maybach with the curtains
And it's perfect like my mama, yeah (woo, woo, woo)

I just f*cked a bitch, she was too fire
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 an 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 talkin' that gunplay
They pull on the block and it's suicide (suicide)
I hang with the killers and murderers
Don't be a victim of homicide (homicide)
Givenchy, Chanel, we ringin' them bells (yeah)

Dead guy, I'm a red guy
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, oh my God
High as hell like God, I'm high as hell like God
I'm up as hell like God, she like, "oh my God"
She wanna blow my cock, tryna hit up the spot
I told her beat up the block, bitch tried to leave her socks
Took a trip overseas, why not? 'Cause, bitch, I'm hot
Bitch, I'm hot (hot), can't believe I'm hot (slatt)

I just f*cked the bitch, she was too fire
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 an 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 talkin' that gunplay
They pull on the block and it's suicide (suicide)
I hang with the killers and murderers
Don't be a victim of homicide (homicide)
Givenchy, Chanel, we ringin' them bells (yeah)
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Adrian Rupke, Igor Mamet, Khirye Anthony Tyler, Michael Lamar White
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.






Red Beam

Hustle and motivation (yeah)

Goin' places you can't go, red beam like Kano
Erupt like a volcano, yeah (yeah)
On a Pegasus like Django, baby, I see your halo (yeah)
She spread her wings like angels (yeah)
In the Cullinan, it's lit, got pneumonia in my fist
All these diamonds on my wrist, yeah
You all so mad, man, you so pissed
Bae, you know we on that shit
Let that choppa blow a kiss, yeah

Goin' places that you can't go (oh)
Who would ever thought that we would make it from the bando?
And remember I was dead broke 'cause I had my bands up
Shawty fallin' on me, now she on it, but I cancelled
Never thought I'd see the day
That I'd be doin' shows in Norway (oh)
With a Cuban that dancin' like MJ
We came a long way (whoa)
Doors suicide, your one woadie gon' let it fly
Don't let no one take-take me alive (oh)

Goin' places you can't go, red beam like Kano
Erupt like a volcano, yeah (yeah)
On a Pegasus like Django, baby, I see your halo (yeah)
She spread her wings like angels (yeah)
In the Cullinan, it's lit, got pneumonia in my fist
All these diamonds on my wrist, yeah
You all so mad, man, you so pissed
Bae, you know we on that shit
Let that choppa blow a kiss, yeah
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Igor Mamet, Khirye Anthony Tyler, Kisean Anderson, Michael Lamar White, Ozan Yildrim
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, O/B/O DistroKid, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.






Oomps Revenge Pt. 2

Free Lo, free Zoo
Sippin' Don Julio in Burberry shoes

Yeah, on a mission again, hundred racks, my fingers itchin' again
In the distance again, I see 'em hatin' in the mist and the wind
Hope they fall off a cliff in the end, came from wishin' on sins
I'm big dawg, yeah, I'm Clifford again
We get them packs and we shippin' 'em in
Turnin' boys to men, never livin' unemployed again
Never livin' off your boy again

Yeah, everything 'plex, never nothin' foul on the set
Go a hundred thousand miles for the set
Hundred thou' on the neck
Chin up, never look down on respect
Never change, money, power, respect
I deal with social neglect
I told you, "get it," but you ain't focusin' yet
Niggas, bitches, actin' bogus, upset
Cryin' over the neck
I'ma be cryin' in a Rolls or a jet
Blown' Os with VVS on neck
You can be me on the set, you can win again
I got love for anybody that's genuine
And if you ain't real then we discontinuin'
Like Mortal Kombat, baby, we gon' finish him

Yeah, on a mission again, hundred racks, my fingers itchin' again
In the distance again, I see 'em hatin' in the mist and the wind
Hope they fall off a cliff in the end, came from wishin' on sins
I'm big dawg, yeah, I'm Clifford again
We get them packs and we shippin' 'em in
Turnin' boys to men, never livin' unemployed again
Never livin' off your boy again

R.I.P. Oomp, nigga, you what it is
Gon' 'head, shake that bitch up, nigga
Rest up, Oomp, point it that way, it's gon' pop, yeah
This shit ain't poppin', nigga
Nah, go like that, yeah
You know what I'm sayin'?
Pour that shit out
R.I.P. the homie, man
R.I.P. Oomp, God bless his soul
None of that disrespectful shit
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Adrian Rupke, Igor Mamet, Khirye Anthony Tyler, Michael Lamar White
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.






Take One

Yeah, you ain't one 'til you take one (take one)
Ain't gon' catch me stealin' shit, man, I might take some (take some)
I'm a free man, baby, like a Mason (Mason)
In a Bentley, a mobile home, baby, it's spacious (spacious)
Looked the devil in his eyes, I faced him (yeah)
I seen God in the sky and embraced him (yeah)
Nigga talkin', he die, I'll erase him (yeah)
Leave him stankin', FBI come and trace him

I mean honestly, everythin' is nothin' to me (yeah)
If it ain't about you and me and Hennessy and energy, yeah (yeah)
Yeah, pull up to the crib, it look like Heaven Gates
Bust all on her face and let her see how Heaven taste
In the crib, got like fourteen rooms, for Heaven's sake
Baby, you gotta skate (yeah), somethin' like a figure 8
I just spent some bands on Don Julio (ayy)
Tryna get you to say the unusual, oh
Diamonds, they white and brown like my cuticles, oh, oh (Ice)

Yeah, you ain't one 'til you take one (take one)
Ain't gon' catch me stealin' shit, man, I might take some (take some)
I'm a free man, baby, like a Mason (Mason)
In a Bentley, a mobile home, baby, it's spacious (spacious)
Looked the devil in his eyes, I faced him (yeah)
I seen God in the sky and embraced him (yeah)
Nigga talkin', he die, I'll erase him (yeah)
Leave him stankin', FBI come and trace him
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Igor Mamet, Khirye Anthony Tyler, Michael Lamar White, Nick Mira
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.






Sleepy Hollow

Ha ha ha, yeah
Mr. Redd
Woah, woah
Big 14, know what the f*ck goin' on (shh)
Gang shit, nigga (ha)
Thank you (ha), yeah (phew)

Feel like Ichigo, nigga, I'm a hollow (yeah)
Talk down on the gang, you get some hollows (yeah, ha)
Leave a nigga head lit, Sleepy Hollow (bah)
Pull up in a Dark Knight, Murciélago (skrrt)
And I'm duckin', dodging twelve and the potholes
I was raised by the motherf*ckin' Glock, woah
Choppa hit him, make a nigga Diddy Bop, woah
Choppa hit him, make a nigga Milly Rock, woah (whoa, whoa)

Ha, send a couple shells (shells, bah)
Send a pussy nigga straight to hell (yeah)
I got racks (racks), clientele (yeah)
Brodie called, he won't be makin' bail, no
Damn, sad news (sad news)
Gettin' tired of the bad news (bad news), tragedy
(son, you finna do it)
Should I do it too? Bitch, I had to

Feel like Ichigo, nigga, I'm a hollow (yeah)
Talk down on the gang, you get some hollows (yeah, ha)
Leave a nigga head lit, Sleepy Hollow (bah)
Pull up in a Dark Knight, Murciélago (skrrt)
And I'm duckin', dodging twelve and the potholes
I was raised by the motherf*ckin' Glock, woah
Choppa hit him, make a nigga Diddy Bop, woah
Choppa hit him, make a nigga Milly Rock, woah (whoa, whoa)
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Michael Lamar White II, Tobias Dekker
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.






Kid That Didd

(Cb on the beat)
Huh?
Yeah, huh
Yeah, yeah

We pull up in your city, man, like, where that Minnie, man?
Double cups and double semi's (woo), man, hop out the minivan (woo, woo)
And my bitch is high saditty, man, don't show no pity, man
We got 30's, we got 50's, man, come right and get me, man (phew, phew)
And them hollows hit your chinny-chin, I'm like the Crimson Chin (yeah)
F*ck your bitch, feel like a kid again, I'm with the business, kid (phew)
F*ck with me and then go missing, kid, I'm from the trenches, kid (ha)
Boy, just face it, you diminished, kid, you f*ckin' finished, kid (yeah, yeah, woo, woo)

Take a walk, lil' bitch, we steppin' (yeah, haha)
F*ck that talkin', bitch, we wreckin' (ah)
Spit on your coffin, send you to hell
You play with my name, I play with these weapons (bitch, bitch)
You think it's a game, you must got a death-wish (death-wish, bah)
Now that boy headless (headless, bah)
Pull up and wet shit (ah), it was all your inception (woo)
It was all just a message (yeah, woo)
Wet up the block, beat up the block (bitch)
Aimin' his top, finna hit from the Glock (bah)
Bitch, I'm 800, I keep me a mop
1400/800, you reppin' or not? (Not, woo)
Bitch, we too hot (hot, woo), straight to the top (top)
Play with the gang, you end up on Fox (Fox News)

We pull up in your city, man, like, where's that Minnie, man?
Double cups and double semi's (woo), man, hop out the minivan (woo, woo)
And my bitch is high saditty, man, don't show no pity, man
We got.30's, we got.50's, man, come right and get me, man (phew, phew)
And them hollows hit your chinny-chin, I'm like the Crimson Chin (yeah)
F*ck your bitch, feel like a kid again, I'm with the business, kid (phew)
F*ck with me and then go missing, kid, I'm from the trenches, kid (ha)
Boy, just face it, you diminished, kid, you f*ckin' finished, kid (yeah, yeah, woo, woo)

All this cash, it's gon' make a nigga surf, Hawaii (surf)
I got a bad bitch at the crib, we like Whitney and Bobby (I got act')
I get active on the pill, I get active without it (active)
Paid three thousand for a seal, now I got drank in my body (paid three thousand for a seal)
Oh yeah, just some drugs, spent two hundred bands (spent two hundred)
All these diamond rings gave a nigga cold hands (oh yeah)
Drankin' Codeine, feelin' like I'm on Xans (drank)
Said f*ck tomorrow, started drinkin' seals up out the can
Niggas sell dope on my block, niggas murder, niggas scam
I'm a rich nigga, f*ckin' thot hoes on cam
Just for thinkin' she the one, I'ma dog her out and f*ck her friend
I'ma knock the bitch out, free bands

We pull up in your city, man, like, where's that Minnie, man? (Yeah)
Double cups and double semi's (woo), man, hop out the minivan (woo, brr, woo)
And my bitch is high saditty, man, don't show no pity, man (no, no)
We got 30's, we got 50's, man, come right and get me, man (phew, phew, grr, yeah)
And them hollows hit your chinny-chin, I'm like the Crimsion Chin (yeah, yeah)
F*ck your bitch, feel like a kid again, I'm with the business, kid (phew, yeah, yeah, Doe Beezy)
F*ck with me and then go missing, kid, I'm from the trenches, kid (ha, yeah, Doe Beezy)
Boy, just face it, you diminished, kid, you f*ckin' finished, kid
(Woo, woo, Doe Beezy, Doe Beezy, oh, really?)

Doe Beezy got that fifty, kid, don't play with Trippie, kid (boom, Doe Beezy, boom)
All that rappin' shit, I really live, this shit I really did (yeah, yeah, that's facts)
Used to slide in minivans, ho, now it's a Bentley, kid (skrrt)
Rapper players, his ass get lit up, give no f*ck how lit he his
(better run, Forest, run, Forest, boom, you think I'm playin?)
Flex my wrist and make your bitch mine, play my clique right (gang, gang)
Rbmg ain't gon' let shit slide, better not I diss mine (Fool)
Pussy boy, I got my stick on me, why your stick hidin'?
Ain't no snakes, bitch, I'm like 5'6, choppa 6'9 (Doe Beezy, brr, oh, really?)

We pull up in your city, man, like, where's that Minnie, man?
Double cups and double semi's (woo), man, hop out the minivan (woo, woo)
And my bitch is high saditty, man, don't show no pity, man
We got 30's, we got 50's, man, come right and get me, man (phew, phew)
And them hollows hit your chinny-chin, I'm like the Crimson Chin (yeah)
F*ck your bitch, feel like a kid again, I'm with the business, kid (phew)
F*ck with me and then go missing, kid, I'm from the trenches, kid (ha)
Boy, just face it, you diminished, kid, you f*ckin' finished, kid (yeah, yeah, woo, woo)

(Cb on the beat)
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Writer: Barnett Christopher, Cotrell Dennard, Igor Mamet, Khirye Anthony Tyler, Michael Lamar White, Nayvadius Demun Wilburn
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.






Don

(Banger, uh)
(DJ on the beat so it's a banger)

Yeah
Sippin' Don, Don, Don
Sippin' Don, Don Perignon
Baby, I'm gone, gone, gone
Go infinity and beyond, baby, I'm the one, one, one
They was tryna count me out
Had a couple real ones with me when I was in the motherf*ckin' drought
Got a couple steppers that'll lay your face down on the motherf*ckin' ground
Don't think I won't do it myself, nigga, just been a while
Momma ain't raised no sucker, lil nigga, .30, let it howl
You are what you drink so I guess I got a dirty mouth

Bitch, I'm from up north, but I like chillin' in the Dirty South
You niggas ain't gettin' money, lil nigga
You still trapped in the house
My niggas movin' that white and them P's out the trap house
Maybach so big, it's so hard to back out
Talk down on the gang, that's the type of shit, make you crash out
Two hundred on the 'Rari dashboard, let a nigga, yeah, mash out
Don't do no Tom Ford, but I got an Audemar on my wrist
Gave the Richard Mil' to two hundred, gave the AP to Chris
My niggas out here trappin', yeah, every day we take a damn risk
Pneumonia in my neck, yeah, pneumonia in my fists
Everyday, I feel blessed, no stress, baby, I feel bliss
R.I.P. Juice WRLD, free Melly and Melvin, baby, "6 Kiss"
I'ma put the Corvette and the Bentley in the shop, get wide-body kits
How dare you test my gangster, lil' nigga? Know that we body shit
Always talkin' tough on the internet, but ain't really 'bout shit
Big Bird in this bitch, I'm the Ferragamo falcon

Sippin' Don, Don, Don
Sippin' Don, Don Perignon
Baby, I'm gone, gone, gone
Go infinity and beyond, baby, I'm the one, one, one
They was tryna count me out
Had a couple real ones with me when I was in the motherf*ckin' drought
Got a couple steppers that'll lay your face down on the motherf*ckin' ground
Don't think I won't do it myself, nigga, just been a while
Momma ain't raised no sucker, lil nigga, .30, let it howl
You are what you drink so I guess I got a dirty mouth
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Writer: Darrell Jackson, Igor Mamet, Khirye Anthony Tyler, Michael Lamar White
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.






Hell Rain

Yeah, oh
Oh, whoa
Ayy, yeah
Hey

It seems like I've been screwing up
Everything I touch gets to ruining
My homies call it growing pains
I'm trying not to go insane
Rain falls down
Staring at my window
You know when it rains it pours
I can't even lie no more
Tears fallin' down on my window
Rain falls down

Yeah, rain, rain, rain feel like heat on my skin, yeah (on my skin, yeah)
We be some born losers, but baby girl, I'ma win, yeah (I'ma win, yeah)
I believe in God but this lifestyle live, I sin, yeah (I sin, yeah)
Ayy, I'm a Hellboy f*ck a nine to five, I'm all in, yeah (I'm all in, yeah)
Now I'm stuck lookin' at hell rain through my window
Look like fireflies outside my damn window
Got my third eye open, see the world through my window
Got a big Draco on me, pussy boy, I let it go
Bitch, you getting smoked, blowin' on hella dope
On some good smoke, murder what she f*ckin' wrote
Yeah, I took her soul, pussy boy, she made a hole
Now she give me the throat, hope lil' baby don't choke
(I love Trippie Redd)

Second star to the right, Escobar, Dolomite
Repertoire, frozen ice, pepper, salt, fork, and knife
Spoonin' with a nigga wife, ruin any bitch's life
Doin' shit to give me life, throwing dick like a strike
Pink Vans, white shirt, uh, pink Xans, white Percs, uh
Pink sands, white dirt, uh, mink pants, nice fur, yeah
Think fast, not first, uh, hard times, light work, yeah
Heavy heart might jerk, uh, cold-hearted, iceberg, uh
Paul Wall slow-mo, uh, sip a four, need four more, uh
Smoke up all the weed in 24, I'ma poor, poor, poor soul
More and more rain flows, black Rolls, just cruise
No umbrella, no coat, I'm stuck, she's cold, yeah

It seems like I've been screwing up
Everything I touch gets to ruining
My homies call it growing pains
I'm trying not to go insane
Rain falls down
Staring at my window
You know when it rains it pours
I can't even lie no more
Tears fallin' down on my window
Rain falls down

Rain falls down
Rain falls down
Rain falls down
Rain falls down
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Writer: Dwayne Carter, Igor Mamet, Khirye Anthony Tyler, Michael Lamar White
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.






TR666

We all got one common goal
Third eye open, never close
I put that on my f*cking soul
(I'm telling you)
I know, know, know, know
Said I know, know, know, know
Said I know, know, know, know
Said I know, know, know, know

Until you die
You got to realize
If you don't try
You'll never know, know, know, know
You'll never know, know, know, know
You'll never know, know, know, know
You'll never know, know, know, know
You'll never know, know, know, know

I love it when she Vogue (yeah)
I'm on another dose (hey)
These diamonds on my neck dosey-doe
And the cash blows like snow (ooh)
I float in the truck like a kite (kite)
The timing, the timing is right
These niggas, they on thin ice
You can hate with all your might
I'm moving my ceiling mechanic
He don't have no money, so can it
I think I'm a hopeless romantic
Kim Kardashians and many mansions (ooh)

We all got one common goal
Third eye open, never close
I put that on my f*cking soul
(I'm telling you)
I know, know, know, know
Said I know, know, know, know
Said I know, know, know, know
Said I know, know, know, know

Until you die
You got to realize
If you don't try
You'll never know, know, know, know
You'll never know, know, know, know
You'll never know, know, know, know
You'll never know, know, know, know
You'll never know, know, know, know
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Writer: Michael White, Khalif Brown, Vincent Van Den Ende, Scott Spencer Storch
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, CTM Publishing, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.






Sun God

Went out my way, just to love you
Right at the top, no, above you
Right off the top, know I trust you
Ready or not, here I come, boo
And baby you're hot, like the sun too
Not too hot for me, no I'm sun proof
Follow your lead, I'ma come through

Just you and me, baby, one-two
Just you and me, baby, one-two
Just you and me, baby, one-two
Just you and me, baby, one-two
Just you and me, baby, one-two

We get high, ocean high, breathe
We get high, we so high, breathe
We so high, breathe, we so high, breathe
We so high, breathe (yeah)

Love me again, love me 'til the end
Your love is suspended, babe
Your love extended, babe
I'll leave the planets, babe (oh, oh-oh)

Love me, oh (oh)
Love me, oh
Love me, oh (oh)
Love me, oh (oh)

Went out my way, just to love you
Right at the top, no, above you (oh-oh)
Right off the top, know I trust you
Ready or not, here I come, boo
And baby you're hot, like the sun too
Not too hot for me, no I'm sun proof
Follow your lead, I'ma come through

Just you and me, baby, one-two
Just you and me, baby, one-two
Just you and me, baby, one-two
Just you and me, baby, one-two
Just you and me, baby, one-two
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Igor Mamet, Jose Velazquez, Khirye Anthony Tyler, Michael Lamar White
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Anthem Entertainment, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.






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Pegasus is the third studio album by American rapper Trippie Redd, released on October 30, 2020. The album features guest appearances from Myiah Lynnae, Yung LB, PartyNextDoor, Chris Brown, Rich the Kid, Young Thug, Future, Lil Mosey, Quavo, Busta Rhymes, Sean Kingston, Doe Boy, Lil Wayne, HoodyBaby, and Swae Lee. The deluxe version titled Neon Shark vs Pegasus made in collaboration with Travis Barker was released on February 19, 2021, featuring Machine Gun Kelly, blackbear, Chino Moreno, Scarlxrd, and ZillaKami.

The album debuted at number two on the US Billboard 200 chart, earning 60,000 album-equivalent units in its first week.
Performed By: Trippie Redd
Genre(s): Emo rap, trap
Length: 74:11
Released: October 30th, 2020
Year: 2020

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