Yeah, uh, yeah I love Trippie Redd Yeah, Big 14, baby Big 14, Big 14, baby, ayy, yeah Gotta tell you something, coming up from overreacting I don't be asking if you're lacking And it must be something, you must feel the energy You must feel it when we're

Too many faces, too many faces, too many faces Yeah, what's your definition of success? (Ayy!) I don't trust the thoughts that come inside my head (woo!) I don't trust this thing that beats inside my chest Who I am and who I wanna be cannot connect; why?

I got to the show, ayy and I know they want me to rock out I was tryna listen to your problem, marijuana I'mma wipe my jewelry, all my rocks are ready to pop y'all, ayy Fuck the baddest bitch, make 'em tap out Woke up in the spot, two hundred racks out

Thinkin' and plottin' (gling, gling, gling, gling) Bitch, I'm thinkin' and plottin' (gling) Thinkin' and plottin' (gling) While you sit and watch (gling, gling, gling, gling) Bitch, we thinkin' and plottin' (ayy!) While you sit and rot (rot) Bitch, I'm

I'm in love with the moment To me fallin', to me goin' Take you back, lean you side to side Nothing feels better than this Now, left, right, left, right Like that, like that, ayy Ooh, now, left, right, left, right You'd rather speak more than listen

When I'm in L.A., pedal to the floor, mane Your bitch in my face, she must be a hoe, mane Money in the way, I can't see my floor, mane Pull up, 'Ventador, ayy, watch my doors, mane She wan' smoke my dope, ayy Let her smoke my dope, ayy Fuck her in her

I'mma smooth young nigga, Balmain's and Margiela's Bout a hundred thou on me, I'm hurting these suckas feelings What do you prove when you making 'em all jealous? I'm allergic to broke niggas 'cause all we know is get it, ayy I'm allergic to broke niggas

I call you when I need to roll one Ayy, Ben, I always call you when I need a hit, man You call me when you need to hold something You only call me when you need a loan And I'm only talkin' murder on my other phone She be right here like she 'pposed to

Earl on the beat Runnin' up bands, got my guap up (runnin', yeah) All the bad hoes wanna top us (yeah, yeah) Too many wild parties on the yacht (wild) Me and Boat got kicked out the yacht club (out the yacht club) Ayy, ayy, air it out Pull up at your

Move bitch, a nigga need a little space Ayy, damn this beat got bass I been on the fo' block, I been on the A Gun upon my waist like I'm tryna catch a case Stank look on my face, that's too much drugs and drank What you think I do? I buy more drugs and