50

Lyrics

[Intro: Trippie Redd, BigSmokeChapo and Both] Ayy (Ha), ayy (Ha) Ayy (Ha), ayy, shut the fuck up (Bosley) Frontline, yeah, 50 Bitch, gang (Brrt), gang (Brrt), huh, slime (Brrt) Gang (Bah, bah, bah) BigSmoke fuckin' Chapo, nigga (Yeah) [Chorus: Trippie Redd] Posted at the hideout, yo' bitch at the tryout I got nun' to lie 'bout, you want smoke, then ride out 50 goons slide out, that's something to cry 'bout We was always on that block (Block), posted with that fire out (Fah) Talkin' out the side and then that's what them boys gon' die 'bout (Brr) F.N., not no .9 now, you want smoke? Then try it out Don't got time to fight it out, hunnid bands (Rrr, rrr) Smokin' 50 strands (Rrr, rrr), in that Lamb' truck [Verse 1: Trippie Redd] I'ma big dog Every day, I'm gettin' this green, why the hell would I fuck with y'all? I ain't worried 'bout yo' pussy ass, nigga, man, fuck it, we ball I've been stacking up these green since a kid, lil' nigga, we tall I was that dark spot in that room, lil' bitch, big dog [Verse 2: BigSmokeChapo] Yeah, bitch, all my Glock got MOS sight (MOS) I'm with gang, we totin' that heat (That hеat), [?] get bright then we gon' creep Shootin' that choppеr the go get geeked (Get geeked), uppin' that stick, one in the head Ride with that bitch, that bitch on me (On me), right in that car right in that bed Totin' some shit, I might go fed (Fed), I came up from sellin' them meds Wearin' ALYX, it's on my leg, 30 on my gun, look like a leg Put a 50 in that brand new stick, play with gang, bet your ass get dipped All my young shooters doin' them hits, we sellin' that za' and we sellin' that fish (That fish) [?] that bitch with my face (My face), yeah, they know I drip Free my twin, he fightin' a case, 'cause he let that shit rip (Fah-fah) Let that shit bang, he ain't gang, he ain't got a glick (On gang) Aim at his brain, I snuck the drac', yeah, in the V.I.P., bitch (Haha), snake [Chorus: Trippie Redd] (50) Posted at the hideout, yo' bitch at the tryout I got nun' to lie 'bout, you want smoke, then ride out 50 goons slide out, that's something to cry 'bout We was always on that block (Block), posted with that fire out (Fah) Talkin' out the side and then that's what them boys gon' die 'bout (Brr) F.N., not no .9 now, you want smoke? Then try it out Don't got time to fight it out, hunnid bands (Rrr, rrr) Smokin' 50 strands (Rrr, rrr), in that Lamb' truck