Trippie Redd featuring SoFaygo – mp5

singer Trippie Redd featuring SoFaygo in a hit single released ,song Tittled “MP5”, available here for download

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I’m too far gone (ah)
Yeah
Hop out a GT3 with an MP5 (bah)
Yeah, I got ice like Alaska, jet to Dubai (on gang, yeah)
Had to spread my wings to teach ’em all how to fly (yeah)
Yeah, you niggas square divided by pi
Yeah, rolling ’round, three GMC’s, ’bout to be a drive-by (brrah)
But lil’ homie know what’s up with me
Talk down, you gon’ die (you gon’ die)
Keep that forty on my lap, I spent like twenty-four on my wrist (woo)
When you see me out in LA, just know I’m balling like Kobe (woo)
I’ve been number one, bitch, don’t need no trophy
Know we crackheads, pass me the rock and I be balling like Kobe
Rolling down the 101, not no Zoey
I stay stacking with my twin for the win, Zack & Cody
You niggas be hating, Mister Moseby (Mister Moseby ass nigga)
Stackin’ it up on lowkey (stack, stack, stack)
Stackin’ up, rackin’ up, triple OG (woo, stack)
Don’t stress, stay blessed (yeah)
Get away from the phony (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Hop out a GT3 with an MP5 (bah)
Yeah, I got ice like Alaska, jet to Dubai (on gang, yeah)
Had to spread my wings to teach ’em all how to fly (yeah)
Yeah, you niggas square divided by pi
Yeah, rolling ’round, three GMC’s, ’bout to be a drive-by (brrah)
But lil’ homie know what’s up with me
Talk down, you gon’ die (you gon’ die)
Keep that forty on my lap, I spent like twenty-four on my wrist (woo)
When you see me out in LA, just know I’m balling like Kobe (woo)
Light that shit up (go)
Walk in the spot, I’ma pipe that shit up (yeah, yeah)
Yeah, them niggas hatin’ my swag, them niggas so bitter (yeah)
I thought I told them lil’ niggas
I’m hard hitter (taking that shit to the heart)
Yeah, I thought I told you lil’ niggas
I’m go getter (tell them lil’ niggas, on God)
Pressure don’t matter, like how could you fold nigga? (How could you, bitch? Oh my God)
Yeah, how could you let the hate sit in your soul, nigga? (How could that sit in your soul?)
Yeah, shorty a demon, a real soul switcher (oh my God, how did you know?)
Young nigga stepping on toes (go)
Handle that shit like you grown (go)
Doin’ this shit on my lone, aye
I got that bag by my own
Fuck it, I’m in the zone
Ghost, like nigga I’m gone
Hop in that Ghost, I’m ghost, on God
Hop out a GT3 with an MP5 (bah)
Yeah, I got ice like Alaska, jet to Dubai (on gang, yeah)
Had to spread my wings to teach ’em all how to fly (yeah)
Yeah, you niggas square divided by pi
Yeah, rolling ’round, three GMC’s, ’bout to be a drive-by (brrah)
But lil’ homie know what’s up with me
Talk down, you gon’ die (you gon’ die)
Keep that forty on my lap, I spent like twenty-four on my wrist (woo)
When you see me out in LA, just know I’m balling like Kobe (woo)

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