Trippie Redd – Too Fly

Trippie Redd – Too Fly Lyrics

Artist: Trippie Redd
Song: Too Fly

p#ss#-ass n#gg# (Woo)
Maybach with the curtains, and it’s perfect like my mama, yeah (Slatt)
I just f#cked the b#tch, 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’ sh#t one way, had to realize I had two eyes (Two eyes)
n#gg#s 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
b#tch, 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, b#tch, I blow up, Osama, yeah

Maybach with the curtains and it’s perfect like my mama, yeah (Woo, woo, woo)
I just f#cked the b#tch, 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’ sh#t one way, had to realize I had two eyes (Two eyes)
n#gg#s 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 b#tch 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, b#tch tried to leave her socks
Took a trip overseas, why not? ‘Cause, b#tch, I’m hot
b#tch, I’m hot (Hot), can’t believe I’m hot (Slatt)

I just f#cked the b#tch, 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’ sh#t one way, had to realize I had two eyes (Two eyes)
n#gg#s 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)
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From the album:
Pegasus [Explicit]
Release Year: 2020