Trippie Redd – 1400 / 999 Freestyle Lyrics
Artist: Trippie Redd
Song: 1400 / 999 Freestyle
Uh
Lyft on a b#tch, finna walk when they sniffin’ a brick
I f#cked that b#tch in the back with the burberry on
I f#cked that b#tch in the back with the burberry on
Yeah
I f#cked that b#tch in the back with the burberry on, uh, yeah
And ’til this day, that lil’ b#tch know all my songs
My choppa like kid n play, put a bullet hole in your afro, aw
Walk in the bank, i’m laughing, aw
These n#gg#s square like madison, oh
I ball out like madison, oh
Fourth-quarter shawty, shoot up your party
I’m a different man when i’m off of the molly
Used to take five xans to the face in the morning
Now i take percs, my stomach turnin’
Stopped taking percs, my stomach burnin’
May take a half when i hit it from thе back
I’ma beat the sh#t up like ikе-y turner
Check that b#tch like she got nike on her
Look at my wrist, it dance
Look at your b#tch, she dance too
Look at me, i’m the man
Percocets, don’t do xans, boo
Run up on me, i blam
I got my head on my ham, ooh
Run up on me, i blam
I got my hand on my hammer
You swipe like a credit card scammer
Bad b#tch, yeah, i know she a scammer
f#cked the b#tch, then i’m out of the jammer
Dunk on a b#tch, nba, i’m jammin’
Bad b#tch from the back, i’m crammin’
Her p#ss# like wonderland
Gold on her body like wonder woman
Fly in that b#tch, i’m wonder man
(yeah) speaking of money i made it, (yeah) off of the pills i’m faded
(yeah) my songs on her playlist, (yeah) she love it when she play it, (yeah) i love it when she say it. (yeah)
Run up on me that choppa gon hit him. (yeah)
Get to poppin’ like that n#gg# zinnin’,(yeah)
n#gg# you gotta be kiddin’, (yeah) i got my hand on smithin’, freestyle sh#t i don’t never spit writtens
Beat the p#ss# up, i ain’t f#ckin’ with a kitten. (yeah)
I f#cked that b#tch in the back with the burberry on, uh, yeah
And ’til this day, that lil’ b#tch know all my songs
My choppa like kid n play, put a bullet hole in your afro, aw
Walk in the bank, i’m laughing, aw
These n#gg#s square like madison, oh
I ball out like madison, oh
Fourth-quarter shawty, shoot up your party
I’m a different man when i’m off of the molly
Used to take five xans to the face in the morning
Now i take percs, my stomach turnin’
Stopped taking percs, my stomach burnin’
May take a half when i hit it from the back
I’ma beat the sh#t up like ike-y turner
Check that b#tch like she got nike on her
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From the album:
A Love Letter To You 3 [Explicit]
Release Year: 2018