Trippie Redd – MANSION MUSIK Lyrics

Trippie Redd MANSION MUSIK Lyrics

(I’m shy, oh my God)
Ha (Phew)
Yeah, yeah

Niggas wanna be my kin, pussy, you not my folks (Phew)
Ride around town in a Benz, put that bitch on spokes (Phew)
Spent eight mil’ on the crib, bought that bitch with a moat (Phew)
Bitch, I just got rich, let’s have a Goddamn toast (Phew)
Step on a nigga in Ricks, got on a cranberry coat (Phew)
Yeah, it’s me and my ho’, snake eyes, bitch, like I’m G.I. Joe (Phew)
Baby, sit back, just smoke my dope, go get your brother, I heard that he croak
Put that on your mother, I know y’all hoes (Phew), still gotta stick to the code (Phew)
Boy, I get in that mode, don’t play with me, boy, this shit ain’t for show
88-Keys, no piano, gotta get it how you live, that’s my MO
Yeah, she want the whole thing, not the demo
Pull in through a tunnel in my Maybach limo’
Yeah, she want double trouble, that’s akimbo
Whip her head back and forth, not no Willow
Get that nigga off that horse, feel like Django
Sendin’ shots everywhere, I feel like Rambo
Call of Duty, bitch, pull up with commandos
I might buy a yacht, feel like Jack Sparrow
Posted in the field like a damn scarecrow
And my brother sellin’ white like some ashy elbows
Shawty what’s ya’ name? Put you in Chanel, ho’
I ain’t even at the beach but I could send some shells, ho’
Gotta get the all-black Ricks, shell-toes
Keep all of that gangster shit up off the cell phone
My brother in the ho we can’t talk off the jail phone
With my brothers in the streets, man, I feel like Elmo
Sending all the shots and I got all the ammo
Got this shit lit like a damn candle
Pop a nigga’s top like a damn canned good
Chrome Heart shades look like some Ray-Bans, yeah
Red car, red bag, feel like Santa
Red bandana, here to fuck your plans up
What’s up in your head? You want some smoke? Some cancer
Pussy, get your bands up, codeine in the Fanta
Pull them poles on you niggas, turn you into dancers
Yeah, AK-47 with a damn banana
Turn a pussy block into a damn bonanza
I got white like Hannah, proud of me like Tana
They got peach at they crib like they in Alabama
Sippin’ 1942 mixed with Tropicana
Pour a four, “Skadoosh,” Kung Fu Panda
With the gangsters and the robbers chilling in Atlanta
Feds hit the trap, throw the codeine in the blammer
I’m on Magnolia, cops putting me in handcuffs

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Woo, woo, woo (Bosley), 800 gang
1400 (Bah), Big 14 (Bah), know what the fuck going on (Bah, bah)
Gang, gang (I’m shy, oh my God)