Trippie Redd – Too Fly Lyrics | Official Video

Lyrics Too Fly – Trippie Redd

I just f**ked the b**ch, she was too fye
I just made a half a million to fye
I just poured a four in my soda pop
I just rolled me up an L
I’m smoking dead opps

I was sitting back in the back seat
She rolled a I hadn’t realize she had two eyes
N**gas be talking that gun play
They pull on the block and it’s suicide
I hang with the killas and murderers
Don’t be a victim of homicide
Givenchy, Chanel, we ringing them bells

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Murakami on my body
I pop Oxys, not no ollies
King of the Hill, father figure
Just like Hank, Shmurda Bobby
Speaking of hills, I keep me a Tommy
B**ch, I’m a Don, but don’t call me Donny
We got them rounds, we shoot at your body
She f**k around, she off of the molly

I just popped a Percocet
Heard you hating, is it working, yeah
I’m so up, you so upset
I’m so up, up on this check
I’m so up, Obama jet
B**ch, I blew up, Osama, yeah
Maybach with the curtains
And it’s perfect like my mama, yeah

I just f**ked the b**ch, she was too fye
I just made a half a million to fye
I just poured a four in my soda pop
I just rolled me up an L
I’m smoking dead opps

I was sitting back in the back seat
She rolled a I hadn’t realize she had two eyes
N**gas be talking that gun play
They pull on the block and it’s suicide
I hang with the killas and murderers
Don’t be a victim of homicide
Givenchy, Chanel, we ringing them bells

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Dead guy, Imma red guy
Pull up on the block, shoot you, headshot
Had that b**ch take the red eye
Smoking dope, I got red eyes
I’m high as hell, yeah, high as hell like God
High as hell like God, I’m high as hell like God
I’m up as hell like God, she like, oh my God
She wanna blow my cock, tryna hit up the spot

I told her beat up the block
B**ch tried to leave her socks
Took a trip overseas, why not
‘Cause, b**ch, I’m hot
B**ch, I’m hot
Can’t believe I’m hot

I just f**ked the b**ch, she was too fye
I just made a half a million to fye
I just poured a four in my soda pop
I just rolled me up an L
I’m smoking dead opps

I was sitting back in the back seat
She rolled a I hadn’t realize she had two eyes
N**gas be talking that gun play
They pull on the block and it’s suicide
I hang with the killas and murderers
Don’t be a victim of homicide
Givenchy, Chanel, we ringing them bells…

➤ Written by Khirye Tyler, Igor Mamet, Hammad Beats & Trippie Redd
Album: Pegasus
Produced by Mario Petersen, LNKmusic & Hammad Beats
Trippie Redd | 2020

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