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I'm too far gone Ah
Yeah

Chorus: Trippie Redd
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, divide 'em by pi
Yeah, rolling 'round, three GMC's, 'bout to be a drive-by Brrah
Your 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 Rollie Woo
When you see me out in LA, just know I'm balling like Kobe Woo

Verse 1: Trippie Redd
I've been number one, bitch, don't need no trophy
Know we crackheads, pass me the rock and I'll be balling like Kobe
Rolling down the 101, not no Zoey
I stay stacking with my twin for thе win, Zack & Cody
You niggas be hating, Mister Moseby Mistеr Moseby ass nigga
Stackin' it up on lowkey
Stay stackin' up Stack, rackin' up, triple OG Woo
Fuck stress, stay blessed Yeah, get away from the phony Yeah, yeah, yeah

Chorus: Trippie Redd
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, divide 'em by pi
Yeah, rolling 'round, three GMC's, 'bout to be a drive-by Brrah
Your 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 Rollie Woo
When you see me out in LA, just know I'm balling like Kobe Woo

Verse 2: SoFaygo
Go, yeah
Light that shit up Go
Walk in the spot, I'ma pipe that shit up Yeah, yeah
Yeah, them niggas hating 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
Doing this shit on my lone
Ayy, I got that bag by my own Woah
Fuck it, I'm in the zone
Ghost, like, nigga, I'm gone Skrrt, skrrt
Hop in that Ghost, I'm ghost, I'm gone

Chorus: Trippie Redd
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, divide 'em by pi
Yeah, rolling 'round, three GMC's, 'bout to be a drive-by Brrah
Your 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 Rollie Woo
When you see me out in LA, just know I'm balling like Kobe Woo