Supernatural - Trippie Redd

Take a chill pill

Take a chill pill

Take a chill pill

Take a chill pill

Take a chill pill

Take a chill pill

Take a chill pill

Take a chill pill

Bitch I’m from 800 where we kill, kill

Walked out doing drill, drill

Pop out like a pill, pill

Wake up in the morning spark a blunt and crack a damn seal

We balling, bitch, I break the back board, Shaquille O’Neal

Big chopper turn like Timmy, we got dracos with titties

We got kids running around with semis

That ain’t love, that’s envy

Big Jurassic in your city

Beamers, Benz and Bentleys

Rolling around G-Wagon

Lean go to my kidneys

Bitch I’m a monster, bitch I’m a goon, how can I lose?

Bitch I’m a winner, diamonds, they dancing on me like the winter

(I got the shells) No master splinter

(I got them bails) Put the blick on my hitter

(Put a cross on my nails) But they won’t cross my niggas

Big 14, know what the fuck going on

Gang

With the gang, I’m a rebel, I make treaties with the devil

I’m in space don’t need no shuttle

Don’t be scared, don’t need no trouble

I just downed this Hennessy, got me seeing double

Counting chips, don’t let the cookie crumble

We keep blicks, got that bag and I won’t ever fumble

Trippie vs the whole damn gang, it’s like a royal rumble

Pussy boy got pushed out the whip, I watched him roll and tumble

Your bitch kissing on my dick, look like she blowing bubbles

You niggas Autobots, I’m a damn Gundam

Walk around this bitch, like I’m the pops

Now they mad I sonned them

Summing up the paychecks, I’ma get this cash

Summing up that paycheck, I’ma get that bag

Private flights to Berlin, I got jetlag

Niggas try to steal my shine and I jetpack

And I’m only going up from here

Like a jetpack

And your homie I rolled up in here, it’s that good pack

(Good shit, bitch, gang)