Trippie Redd feat. FreeMoney800 – Time To Die | Lyrics

Lyrics “Time To Die” – Trippie Redd feat. FreeMoney800

Yeah, they just mad because my time difference
The fact that I’m getting dough and I ride different
The fact that I’m f**king glowed and my prime different
I am not f**king with you blood, I size different

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Yeah, take a b**ch to the Barbados
I told that little h*e, b**ch I’m a God like Kratos
Yeah, I built you up like some Legos
Yeah, better yet I sculpt you like some play-dough
Better do what I say or my say so
Lil’ b**ch ’cause I’m worried bout my Pesos
I been stunting hard, lil n**ga got a bankroll
In and out of foreign cars, I’m in a Range Rover

I got my Wraith umbrella, they throwing shade over
I sip this bottle ’til the bottle got a hangover
Paint your face with this chopper that’s a makeover
I’m still toting that s**t that they throw gang over, yeah
You let s**t slide that we will bang over versuri.online
I give that b**ch Trippie’s d**k and she go insane over it
The type of b**ch riding round and she blowing brain for it
I’m like get out of the country, everything gon’ be foreign
You boring, while I’m round touring
You big gutta but I’m big scoring
Up like a big eagle, b**ch I’m soaring
B**ch bring the motherf**king chorus back in

They just mad because my time difference
The fact that I’m getting dough and I ride different
The fact that I’m f**king glowed and my prime different
I am not f**king with you blood, I size different

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Yeah, take a b**ch to the Barbados
I told that little h*e, b**ch I’m a God like Kratos
Yeah, I built you up like some legos
Yeah, better yet I sculpt you like some play-dough
Better do what I say or my say so
Lil’ b**ch ’cause I’m worried bout my Pesos
I been stunting hard, lil n**ga got a bankroll
In and out of foreign cars, I’m in a Range Rover

Yeah, on the road to riches, dodging feds like potholes
Had to get it off my wrist, with pyrex and them hot stoves
Meeting with my migos he just dropped off a hot load
Almost got gangrene in my arm cause my watch froze
Pitching underhand ounces will work like softballs
.40 in my hand shoot sideways like I’m O-Dog
Cranking harder than a Jamaican down in the Newton zone
Sack after sack we sat down ’til the bag gone
Speaking on the gang might lead to an early exit
B**ch we tied got mob ties down in Texas, weird flex but okay
Fifty pounds on the way
It ain’t no magic trick I make him disappear today
This 800

They just mad because my time difference
The fact that I’m getting dough and I ride different
The fact that I’m f**king glowed and my prime different
I am not f**king with you blood, I size different

Yeah, take a b**ch to the Barbados
I told that little h*e, b**ch I’m a God like Kratos
Yeah, I built you up like some Legos
Yeah, better yet I sculpt you like some play-dough
Better do what I say or my say so
Lil’ b**ch ’cause I’m worried bout my Pesos
I been stunting hard, lil n**ga got a bankroll
In and out of foreign cars, I’m in a Range Rover…

➤ Produced by ChopsquadD
Trippie Redd & FreeMoney800 2019

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