K Suave Trippple H Lyrics

[Intro: Ashnikko]
(I'm shy, oh my God)

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
p*ssy didn't stand a chance
Countin' all these bands, Dickies pants and the Vans
Call me "Triple H," Hermè-Hermè-Hermè-mès
Hermès on my neck, Hermès on my wrist and pants
Hermès on my bitch when I take her out to France
Perrier, that's for Rosetta, uh, Cartier her lens
Reppin' that block still, reppin' that block still
Reppin' that block still, reppin' that block still

[Verse 1: Trippie Redd]
Yeah, I stay on the block, niggas ain't on the block (Block, block, block)
Reppin' that block still
They all robbers and shooters
You talkin' that shit, but it's all on computers (Woah)
We throw up that Roc like Bermuda
Perky consumer (Baow)
Reppin' that block still
And the coupe look neon
I can't f*ck with a peon
Niggas know what I be on (Yeah)
With a big red VLONE
Bitch, chain Casamigos
I'ma cock it then reload (Reload)
I'ma stick to the G code (Gang, gang)
In the game, no cheat code
And my chain Sub-Zero, yeah (Set, set, set)

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
p*ssy didn't stand a chance
Countin' all these bands, Dickies pants and the Vans
Call me "Triple H," Hermè-Hermè-Hermè-mès
Hermès on my neck, Hermès on my wrist and pants
Hermès on my bitch when I take her out to France
Perrier, that's for Rosetta, uh, Cartier her lens
Reppin' that block still, reppin' that block still
Reppin' that block still, reppin' that block still

[Verse 2: D Savage]
Uh, I hop in that motherf*ckin' foreign, I'm speedin', let's go (Pew, pew)
I'm rockin' Off-White like the Pope (Yeah)
Uh, so slimy, we uppin', let's go
Uh, I come from the slums, got hundred round drums, I pull up and put on a show (Woah)
Stop talkin', lil' nigga, let's go (Woah)
I'm leanin', we just poured a four (Yeah, yeah)
Where you been? MIA
Put them bands in your face
Get that backend, I'm straight
Got VVS diamonds, they just wanna skate
I'm makin' deposits when I hit the bank
You smokin' on ass, we smokin' on dank
I get in my cell and make me a shank I get in that jam, not saying no names

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
p*ssy didn't stand a chance
Countin' all these bands, Dickies pants and the Vans
Call me "Triple H," Hermè-Hermè-Hermè-mès
Hermès on my neck, Hermès on my wrist and pants
Hermès on my bitch when I take her out to France
Perrier, that's for Rosetta, uh, Cartier her lens
Reppin' that block still, reppin' that block still
Reppin' that block still, reppin' that block still

[Verse 3: K Suave]
I feel like Stone Cold, damn, I ride around with a .40 (Skrrt)
Nigga sneak diss, we gon' ruin his morning (Yeah)
Your bitch like suckin' my dick when she horny (Yeah)
She in love with you, but it's hard for her to ignore me (Yeah, yeah, yeah, woo)
Shoot up your whip, we gon' leave the scene lookin' real gory (Boom, boom, boom)
Yeah, uh, hit from the back, she like, "Look in my eyes and record it" (Yeah)
She want me now
She just poured my lean out
Popped three Percs, I can't see now
I post on the block like a center (Yeah)
Takin' these trips, I'll be back in September (Yeah)
My diamonds, they icy, it's flood like the winter
He ain't got no shooters, that boy a pretender
We ran out of Sprite, so we ordered some Fantas
All of my hoes respectful, they got manners (Woah)
I blow her back out just like some candles (Woah)
I'm all in her mouth like she worked at the dental
Passing these hoes around just like Tim Tebow (Yeah)
I ain't cocky, but she feeling my ego
I got a strap in this Burberry peacoat
I'm off the drugs, I feel like I'ma K.O. 
Just got a new Glock and it's blacker than Maino

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
p*ssy didn't stand a chance
Countin' all these bands, Dickies pants and the Vans
Call me "Triple H," Hermè-Hermè-Hermè-mès
Hermès on my neck, Hermès on my wrist and pants
Hermès on my bitch when I take her out to France
Perrier, that's for Rosetta, uh, Cartier her lens
Reppin' that block still, reppin' that block still
Reppin' that block still, reppin' that block still