(Je t´aime, Trippie Redd)
(I´m shy, oh my God)
(This is a certified hood classic)

No face, no case, so my homie wear a mask
Keep a chopper on his waist, he´ll draw that bitch fast
Get the fuck up out my face if you ain´t talkin´ ´bout cash
Big deal, I´m a titan and these niggas wanna clash
We´ll run up to your door and dash
Boy, we keep the choppers, we get busy
Most turnt nigga in the bity
Know we keep it litty like a titty
This bitch high as hell, hit the whippet can until she get dizzy

I need three hundred K in every damn city
Twenty thousand people every night and yes, bitch, I brought the gang with me

Pussy shot the bus up, but he missed me
They was mad they homeboy ran down and got a smooth buck fifty
If I buck, then the gang buck with me
VVS the gang, baby, yeah, fuck with me
Send a couple shots and see what´s up with me
Damn, I see the opps, I´ma shoot, bae, duck with me
And it´s in her purse, she slidin´ too, she clutch with me
If the cops pull me over, then she put it in her kitty
Walkin´ through my hood with a drum, it hold like fifty
5.56 for them niggas bein´ dumb, no kizzy
Off a Percocet, got my mind dancin´ like Shiggy
The big boss, no Rick Ross, bitch, more like Biggie

I been puffin´ on this gas, got me feelin´ like Diddy
Catch an opp, walk ´em down, then hit the damn Griddy

No face, no case, so my homie wear a mask
Keep a chopper on his waist, he´ll draw that bitch fast
Get the fuck up out my face if you ain´t talkin´ ´bout cash
Big deal, I´m a titan and these niggas wanna clash
We´ll run up to your door and dash
Boy, we keep the choppers, we get busy
Most turnt nigga in the bity
Know we keep it litty like a titty
This bitch high as hell, hit the whippet can until she get dizzy

Got the ´Rari doin´ donuts, called her, said she with her boyfriend, I´m like, "So what?"
Took a PJ to the money, now I´m stuck in traffic, tell the pilot, "Hold up"
We done came from the bottom, I ain´t had no other choice but to go up
Now I´m jumpin´ on stage, need one-point  shh, just to show up
I´m the littest in the city, Cubans on, it be hard to chill
Ten carats, it be hard to hear, my hood treat me like a God for real
They know I been hustlin´ all my life and I ain´t never had a job for real
Count it up and then take flight
Hit it, then forget it, same night

I remember bein´ stuck off in the trap, found a plug and then I got right
These niggas with me always keep a mask, I can´t trust a soul, these niggas shiesty
I done took a gamble with my life
4 gang, everybody piped
Count a hundred million, that´s my vibe
Gotta hit shit, man, when you slide

No face, no case, so my homie wear a mask
Keep a chopper on his waist, he´ll draw that bitch fast
Get the fuck up out my face if you ain´t talkin´ ´bout cash
Big deal, I´m a titan and these niggas wanna clash
We´ll run up to your door and dash

Boy, we keep the choppers, we get busy
Most turnt nigga in the bity
Know we keep it litty like a titty
This bitch high as hell, hit the whippet can until she get dizzy