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Trippie Redd - Big 14 Lyrics
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Honorable C.N.O.T.E.

Huh
Big fourteen, bitch, yeah (yeah)
Big fourteen, bitch, yeah (yeah)
Big fourteen, bitch, yeah (yeah)
Big fourteen, bitch, yeah (yeah)
Big fourteen, bitch, yeah (yeah)
Big fourteen, bitch, yeah
Big fourteen, bitch, yeah (ayy, hey)

Don't come outside, we send them killers at your door, huh, yeah (yeah)
Talk down on the gang, lil' bitch, we slice your throat, huh, yeah (ah)
Brand new Wraith, it got the club, look like a ghost, huh, yeah (woo)
On the yacht, let's have a toast 'cause I'm the GOAT (yeah), huh, yeah (GOAT)
I just spent like thirty thousand on some clothes (clothes), yeah (thirty)
And just made a hundred thousand for a show (show), huh, yeah (yeah, hey)
With them slimes, you know them niggas wipe your nose (slime), huh, yeah (slime)
Leave his body red like Kool-Aid Man, like, oh (oh), huh, yeah (yeah)

Stackin' and flippin' that money
Not sellin' my soul (stackin' that)
Walk in that room, told that bitch not to slip on my drip
'Cause it's all on the floor (don't slip)
Trap all this shit in the Nawf
In the 'bando, they knock at the door like Jehovah (knock, knock)
I keep a hundred round drum in the back of my trunk
And it bite like a cobra (grrah, grrah, grrah)
Feelin' like Tony Montana, the world is mine
We runnin' the globe (mine)
Geeked the f*ck up, I don't know (go)
Thirty-round Glock for the internet trolls (bop)
F*ck on a thot, I'ma pay for the bros (yes, sir)
Count up a M in one night in my Rolls (count up)
Put this shit on me then put me in Vogue
Straight out the Nawf, Big 34 (nawf)
Think that shit soft and we shoot out your soul (hey, soul)

Don't come outside, we send them killers at your door, huh, yeah (yeah)
Talk down on the gang, lil' bitch, we slice your throat, huh, yeah
Brand new Wraith, it got the club, look like a ghost, huh, yeah
On the yacht, let's have a toast 'cause I'm the GOAT (yeah), huh, yeah (yeah)
I just spent like thirty thousand on some clothes (clothes), yeah (ayy)
And just made a hundred thousand for a show (show), huh, yeah (yeah)
With them slimes, you know them niggas wipe your nose, huh, yeah (yeah)
Leave his body red like Kool-Aid Man, like oh (oh), huh, yeah (yeah)

(Go)
Big speaker, richer than all my teachers
That's the same young nigga, used to skip school (true)
Just read up, fifteen M's touch down in my account
I'm in a new mood (go)
Let's speed up, Adderall, thirty, that's a lil' orange circle
Look it up on YouTube (meds)
Grim reaper, I can get a nigga out of here
I just look like this, I just play cool (fool)
Shit water, diamonds on H20 (sparkle)
Box full of money like blow (Boston)
Cop a pint, pour a four (coughin')
Cups and drinks, corner store (kit)
You spot my opp, drop the lo' (quick)
Gotta bake me a cake for this dough (earn it)
Fifty-five deep in my show (currently)
Blew the back in day before

Don't come outside, we send them killers at your door, huh, yeah (yeah)
Talk down on the gang, lil' bitch, we slice your throat, huh, yeah
Brand new Wraith, it got the club, look like a ghost, huh, yeah
On the yacht, let's have a toast 'cause I'm the GOAT (yeah), huh, yeah (yeah)
I just spent like thirty thousand on some clothes (clothes), yeah (ayy)
And just made a hundred thousand for a show (show), huh, yeah (yeah)
With them slimes, you know them niggas wipe your nose, huh, yeah (yeah)
Leave his body red like Kool-Aid Man, like oh (oh), huh, yeah (yeah)

Kill a nigga, drill a nigga, spill a nigga
Caps can get peeled, lil' nigga, I was in the field, lil' nigga
AK with that scope, with that beam, where it's real, lil' nigga
We want all the smoke, all the war, we don't fear you niggas
We gon' drill him down (down), with a hundred rounds (hundred rounds)
She just like my f*ckin' sound (f*ckin' sound), she just like to f*ck around (yeah, yeah)
She don't wanna date (uh), I just wanna f*ck a while
Yeah, I wanna f*ck her from the back and go to f*ckin' town, yeah

Don't come outside, we send them killers at your door, huh, yeah (yeah)
Talk down on the gang, lil' bitch, we slice your throat, huh, yeah
Brand new Wraith, it got the club, look like a ghost, huh, yeah
On the yacht, let's have a toast 'cause I'm the GOAT (yeah), huh, yeah (yeah)
I just spent like thirty thousand on some clothes (clothes), yeah (ayy)
And just made a hundred thousand for a show (show), huh, yeah (yeah)
With them slimes, you know them niggas wipe your nose, huh, yeah (yeah)
Leave his body red like Kool-Aid Man, like oh (oh), huh, yeah (yeah)
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Honorable C.N.O.T.E.

Huh
Big fourteen, bitch, yeah (yeah)
Big fourteen, bitch, yeah (yeah)
Big fourteen, bitch, yeah (yeah)
Big fourteen, bitch, yeah (yeah)
Big fourteen, bitch, yeah (yeah)
Big fourteen, bitch, yeah
Big fourteen, bitch, yeah (ayy, hey)

Don't come outside, we send them killers at your door, huh, yeah (yeah)
Talk down on the gang, lil' bitch, we slice your throat, huh, yeah (ah)
Brand new Wraith, it got the club, look like a ghost, huh, yeah (woo)
On the yacht, let's have a toast 'cause I'm the GOAT (yeah), huh, yeah (GOAT)
I just spent like thirty thousand on some clothes (clothes), yeah (thirty)
And just made a hundred thousand for a show (show), huh, yeah (yeah, hey)
With them slimes, you know them niggas wipe your nose (slime), huh, yeah (slime)
Leave his body red like Kool-Aid Man, like, oh (oh), huh, yeah (yeah)

Stackin' and flippin' that money
Not sellin' my soul (stackin' that)
Walk in that room, told that bitch not to slip on my drip
'Cause it's all on the floor (don't slip)
Trap all this shit in the Nawf
In the 'bando, they knock at the door like Jehovah (knock, knock)
I keep a hundred round drum in the back of my trunk
And it bite like a cobra (grrah, grrah, grrah)
Feelin' like Tony Montana, the world is mine
We runnin' the globe (mine)
Geeked the f*ck up, I don't know (go)
Thirty-round Glock for the internet trolls (bop)
F*ck on a thot, I'ma pay for the bros (yes, sir)
Count up a M in one night in my Rolls (count up)
Put this shit on me then put me in Vogue
Straight out the Nawf, Big 34 (nawf)
Think that shit soft and we shoot out your soul (hey, soul)

Don't come outside, we send them killers at your door, huh, yeah (yeah)
Talk down on the gang, lil' bitch, we slice your throat, huh, yeah
Brand new Wraith, it got the club, look like a ghost, huh, yeah
On the yacht, let's have a toast 'cause I'm the GOAT (yeah), huh, yeah (yeah)
I just spent like thirty thousand on some clothes (clothes), yeah (ayy)
And just made a hundred thousand for a show (show), huh, yeah (yeah)
With them slimes, you know them niggas wipe your nose, huh, yeah (yeah)
Leave his body red like Kool-Aid Man, like oh (oh), huh, yeah (yeah)

(Go)
Big speaker, richer than all my teachers
That's the same young nigga, used to skip school (true)
Just read up, fifteen M's touch down in my account
I'm in a new mood (go)
Let's speed up, Adderall, thirty, that's a lil' orange circle
Look it up on YouTube (meds)
Grim reaper, I can get a nigga out of here
I just look like this, I just play cool (fool)
Shit water, diamonds on H20 (sparkle)
Box full of money like blow (Boston)
Cop a pint, pour a four (coughin')
Cups and drinks, corner store (kit)
You spot my opp, drop the lo' (quick)
Gotta bake me a cake for this dough (earn it)
Fifty-five deep in my show (currently)
Blew the back in day before

Don't come outside, we send them killers at your door, huh, yeah (yeah)
Talk down on the gang, lil' bitch, we slice your throat, huh, yeah
Brand new Wraith, it got the club, look like a ghost, huh, yeah
On the yacht, let's have a toast 'cause I'm the GOAT (yeah), huh, yeah (yeah)
I just spent like thirty thousand on some clothes (clothes), yeah (ayy)
And just made a hundred thousand for a show (show), huh, yeah (yeah)
With them slimes, you know them niggas wipe your nose, huh, yeah (yeah)
Leave his body red like Kool-Aid Man, like oh (oh), huh, yeah (yeah)

Kill a nigga, drill a nigga, spill a nigga
Caps can get peeled, lil' nigga, I was in the field, lil' nigga
AK with that scope, with that beam, where it's real, lil' nigga
We want all the smoke, all the war, we don't fear you niggas
We gon' drill him down (down), with a hundred rounds (hundred rounds)
She just like my f*ckin' sound (f*ckin' sound), she just like to f*ck around (yeah, yeah)
She don't wanna date (uh), I just wanna f*ck a while
Yeah, I wanna f*ck her from the back and go to f*ckin' town, yeah

Don't come outside, we send them killers at your door, huh, yeah (yeah)
Talk down on the gang, lil' bitch, we slice your throat, huh, yeah
Brand new Wraith, it got the club, look like a ghost, huh, yeah
On the yacht, let's have a toast 'cause I'm the GOAT (yeah), huh, yeah (yeah)
I just spent like thirty thousand on some clothes (clothes), yeah (ayy)
And just made a hundred thousand for a show (show), huh, yeah (yeah)
With them slimes, you know them niggas wipe your nose, huh, yeah (yeah)
Leave his body red like Kool-Aid Man, like oh (oh), huh, yeah (yeah)
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Writer: Anthony Clemons, Chinsea Lee, Patrizio Pigliapoco, Samuel Jiminez, Westen Weiss, Kiari Kendrell Cephus, Michael Lamar White, Carlton Jr. Mays, Demario Dewayne Jr. White
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Reservoir Media Management, Inc.
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