Too Fly - Trippie Redd

Pussy ass nigga

Woo

Maybach with the curtains, and it’s perfect like my momma, yeah

Slatt

I just fucked a bitch and she was too fire (Woo)

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 a L, I’m smokin' dead opps

I was sittin' back, seein' shit one way

Had to realize I had two eyes (Two eyes)

Niggas be talking that gunplay

Then pull on the block and its 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

King of the hills, father figures

Just like lakes, word to Bobby

Speak of the hills, I keep me a Tommy

Bitch, I’m a dad, but don’t call me daddy

We got them rows, we shoot at your body

She fuck around, she off of the molly

I just popped a perky for you hating niggas, fuck you at

I’m so high, be so upset

I’m so up, no, I’ma jet

I’m so up, Obama check

Bitch, I blow up, Osama, yeah

Maybach with the curtains and it’s perfect like my momma, yeah

I just fucked a bitch and she was too fire (Woo)

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 a L, I’m smokin' dead opps

I was sittin' back, seein' shit one way

Had to realize I had two eyes (Two eyes)

Niggas be talking that gunplay

Then pull on the block and its suicide (Suicide)

I hang with the killers and murderers

Don’t be a victim of homicide (Homicide)

Givenchy, Chanel, we ringin' them bells (Hey, God)

I’m a red God

Pull up on the block, shoot you, headshot

Had that bitch take the red eye

Smokin' dope, I got red eyes

I’m high as hell, yeah, high as hell, like God…

I just fucked a bitch and she was too fire (Woo)

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 a L, I’m smokin' dead opps

I was sittin' back, seein' shit one way

Had to realize I had two eyes (Two eyes)

Niggas be talking that gunplay

Then pull on the block and its suicide (Suicide)

I hang with the killers and murderers

Don’t be a victim of homicide (Homicide)

Givenchy, Chanel, we ringin' them bells