TRIPPIE REDD


I Kill People! Lyrics

(feat. Tadoe & Chief Keef)

[Intro: Tadoe]
Ayy, what's poppin'?
You know how the f*ck we bleed, man
We get money and kill people, man
You hear me, man?
We don't rap beef, man
We slide, man, we drill people, man
Bomin' like Obama do and trap for the gunner too, man
I only speak facts and count racks, man and send packs, man
Let's get it

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Shawty know I kill people, real people
From the trenches where it's real lethal, tote real regals
Big body, what's your build boy, ill boy
Nigga need to find his chill boy, yeah
Shawty know I kill people, real people
From the trenches where it's real lethal, tote real regals
Big body, what's your build boy, ill boy
Nigga need to find his chill boy
Fo'nem tweaking, we gon' show his ass for real boy, yeah
Fo'nem tweaking, I'ma buss him up, yeah
Fo'nem tweaking, I'ma buss him up, yeah
Fo'nem tweaking, I'ma buss him up

[Verse 1: Tadoe]
Tote somethin' illegal
Hit your block with them guys, hop out, kill people
Got a Glock four-five, and it's real lethal (let's get it)
Bitch, you know we fry, we really kill people (bang bang)
Bitch I'm with the gang, we catch a body gang (gang gang)
Bitch we gang bang off in the lobby man (bang)
Catch a nigga lackin', it's a hobby man
Pop him in the noggin, leave him sloppy man
Hit your block, we gon' swerve shit (skrt skrt)
In the trap, I'm posted with the birds bitch (skrt skrt)
I don't rap beef, what's the words bitch? (huh?)
Niggas sneak dissin', lemme hurt (bang bang)

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Shawty know I kill people, real people
From the trenches where it's real lethal, tote real regals
Big body, what's your build boy, ill boy
Nigga need to find his chill boy, yeah
Shawty know I kill people, real people
From the trenches where it's real lethal, tote real regals
Big body, what's your build boy, ill boy
Nigga need to find his chill boy
Fo'nem tweaking, we gon' show his ass for real boy, yeah
Fo'nem tweaking, I'ma buss him up, yeah
Fo'nem tweaking, I'ma buss him up, yeah
Fo'nem tweaking, I'ma buss him up

[Verse 2: Chief Keef]
Everyone same side for lil bro
Ice Age all of my clothes
How I ball, you think I went pro
I'm in the hood, bricks go
She show me her thong, Cisco
She's high and ready to go
I'm hungrier than a hippo
Aim FN, how I get low
Got a new scope and it got zoom
And I'm in that yoom
Baby, I know you smell that fume
Just get down, you hear that boom
In the back of the 'Bach
And this bitch got room
Magazine got colored shells
Half green, half blue
Smoking on that cookie
Someone bring me a pot
All these diamonds, I don't get hot
Young nigga really from them blocks
Ayy p*ssy, here we come
If you ready or not
I'm on probation but I tote Glocks
Walk through court, smelling like pot

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Shawty know I kill people, real people
From the trenches where it's real lethal, tote real regals
Big body, what's your build boy, ill boy
Nigga need to find his chill boy, yeah
Shawty know I kill people, real people
From the trenches where it's real lethal, tote real regals
Big body, what's your build boy, ill boy
Nigga need to find his chill boy
Fo'nem tweaking, we gon' show his ass for real boy, yeah
Fo'nem tweaking, I'ma buss him up, yeah
Fo'nem tweaking, I'ma buss him up, yeah
Fo'nem tweaking, I'ma buss him up

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