Trippie Redd feat. Quavo, Lil Mosey – No Honorable Mention Lyrics

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Lyrics No Honorable Mention – Trippie Redd feat. Quavo, Lil Mosey

Rest in peace, rest in peace
Rest in peace, rest in peace, hey
R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P., hey
I hope you n**gas die
DJ on the beat, so it’s a banger
If you hate me, I hate you, n**ga, f**k you
And your mama, ho
I don’t give a f**k
Big 14, know what the f**k goin’ on

I’m up, up to the ceiling
You talkin’ that s**t, then we go do some killin’
I hang with the murders and robbers and villains
You know all the vibes, I’m with all the business
Your b**ch in my ride, don’t get in your feelings

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She know I’m that n**ga, no honorable mention
She givin’ me all her attention
I’m ridin’ around with your missus
F**k with me, end up missing, murder rate goin’ up
Hundred K goin’ up, five hundred K goin’ up
F**k with me, end up missing, murder rate goin’ up
Hundred K goin’ up, five hundred K goin’ up

Woke up like who wanna die today
Who wanna ride today
Who wanna try to survive the day
Try to survive the wave
I’m feeling fly today
Might pick up some h*es and swerve in the ride today
The stars inside the Wraith
No matter the night, no matter the day

My diamonds, they ice
And don’t need a tray
Shawty will wanna marry me
Comin’ hurricane
I don’t want Novocaine
Hit her twice, don’t know her name
Pour a pint and feel my pain
Nights, I feel insane
These days, hard to maintain
Pop a bottle of some champagne
F**ked a supermodel broad, gave me crazy brain
Know it hurt, drownin’ in the drank
And whenever I’m down, look around and reverse

I’m up, up to the ceiling
You talkin’ that s**t, then we go do some killin’
I hang with the murders and robbers and villains
You know all the vibes, I’m with all the business
Your b**ch in my ride, don’t get in your feelings

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She know I’m that n**ga, no honorable mention
She givin’ me all her attention
I’m ridin’ around with your missus
F**k with me, end up missing, murder rate goin’ up
Hundred K goin’ up, five hundred K goin’ up
F**k with me, end up missing, murder rate goin’ up
Hundred K goin’ up, five hundred K goin’ up

Huncho
I keep the stick by the door of this kitchen
Murder rate up to the top of the ceiling
I got the love for the racks when they skinny
Mind your business
You probably don’t know what I’m totin’ is kickin’
Young n**ga ready to slide with fire in his eyes
Young n**ga be trippin’
Real n**ga, started cold-hearted
Two-seater, passenger carbine
Ten on your head, that’s a bargain
I see my enemy starvin’
We goin’ up on the margin
Outta here, Marvin the Martian
I turn my back on my target
You n**gas look fishy, we sharkin’
I’m an incredible artist
I pray that nobody don’t test me
It gon’ be a homicide, just let ’em bleed
You stick to the code, no you can’t speak
If you want the smoke, smoke like grabba leaf

I’m up, up to the ceiling
You talkin’ that s**t, then we go do some killin’
I hang with the murders and robbers and villains
You know all the vibes, I’m with all the business
Your b**ch in my ride, don’t get in your feelings

She know I’m that n**ga, no honorable mention
She givin’ me all her attention
I’m ridin’ around with your missus
F**k with me, end up missing, murder rate goin’ up
Hundred K goin’ up, five hundred K goin’ up
F**k with me, end up missing, murder rate goin’ up
Hundred K goin’ up, five hundred K goin’ up

Hundred K in my pockets, mmm
Glizzy stuck in my joggers, yeah
Shot with killers and robbers
So who think they can stop us Yeah
Rock out, I go off
Been gone for too long
Seven block got closed off
Tell ’em let my n**gas home
I’m in the foreign, I’m switchin’ up lanes
Bad b**ch, she givin’ me brain
VVS diamonds on my chain
It’s my year, so get out my way
Slide like a boulder
No guidance in my city
My heart gettin’ colder, it’s crazy
Hop in the foreign all by myself
‘Cause I was down bad
I ain’t seen one of y’all n**gas
That was there to help
When I touched my first mil’
You don’t know how I felt
Come to my city, get shot
‘Cause really my n**gas out there
Don’t know nothing else

I’m up, up to the ceiling
You talkin’ that s**t, then we go do some killin’
I hang with the murders and robbers and villains
You know all the vibes, I’m with all the business
Your b**ch in my ride, don’t get in your feelings

She know I’m that n**ga, no honorable mention
She givin’ me all her attention
I’m ridin’ around with your missus
F**k with me, end up missing, murder rate goin’ up
Hundred K goin’ up, five hundred K goin’ up
F**k with me, end up missing, murder rate goin’ up
Hundred K goin’ up, five hundred K goin’ up…

➤ Written by ChopsquadDJ, Trippie Redd, Lil Mosey & Quavo
Album: Pegasus
Produced by ChopsquadDJ, FaatKiid, RMG Nu & Xeryus
Trippie Redd | Quavo | Lil Mosey | 2020

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