Lyrics Red Nerds* by Trippie Redd

Lyrics from Leak and Snippets

[Intro: Trippie Redd]
Yeah, woo, yeah
Uh, ayy
Yeah, yeah

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Gang in this bitch, better not move a muscle, yeah
Chopper bullets rain, I don't like to tussle, uh
Got it out the mud, I respect the hustle, uh
All my dawgs bang, hang with Michael Vick (Yeah)
Money ain't a motherfucking thing
.223s exclusive, bitch, they go straight to your brain
Yeah, I'm getting money, baby, hustle in the rain
We was shooting on that block, you was shootin' in the range

[Verse 1: Trippie Redd]
I was thinking out the box, that's what got me out of the way
Hey there, bitch, suck my dick then have a nice day
Smackdown, fuck that bitch in a steel cage
Feel invincible, I beat his ass, Johnny Cage
Two, three, four, five, bullets hit his ass, left him dazed
I got tunnel vision, baby, won't get caught in a maze
I'm not from this planet, I ain't human
No heart, fuck cupid
Let that chopper spray for looking at me stupid
Yeah, Nike check, bitch, I just do it
I can't play no games, we ain't hoopin', no pick and roll
In a spaceship, I'm an extraterrestrial
Red laser beam, lil' bitch, I'ma let it go (Red laser beam, in this bitch, I'ma let it go, bah)

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Gang in this bitch, better not move a muscle, yeah
Chopper bullets rain, I don't like to tussle, uh
Got it out the mud, I respect the hustle, uh
All my dawgs bang, hang with Michael Vick (Yeah)
Money ain't a motherfucking thing
.223's exclusive, bitch, they go straight to your brain
Yeah, I'm getting money, baby, hustle in the rain
We was shooting on that block, you was shootin' in the range

[Verse 2: Lil Durk]
...
Fitted cap, better say V.Roy or that's somebody ass
Real killer, pop up on somebody in somebody grass
Nobody better not be with you, that's somebody's ass
Gang, who? You ain't did shit, nigga
Top set names, who?
Chain too, get back for that goofy, foenem's chains too
I be mad as hell, we gave the city all them chains too
...
Niggas die, come back around, we made a holiday (Grrt, boaw)
We'll blast our choppas on his ass, I think outside the bed...
...

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Gang in this bitch, better not move a muscle, yeah
Chopper bullets rain, I don't like to tussle, uh
Got it out the mud, I respect the hustle, uh
All my dawgs bang, hang with Michael Vick (Yeah)
Money ain't a motherfucking thing
.223's exclusive, bitch, they go straight to your brain
Yeah, I'm getting money, baby, hustle in the rain
We was shooting on that block, you was shootin' in the range

[Outro: Trippie Redd]
Ha, ha, haha, ha, ha
Ha, ha, haha, bitch, yeah
Ha, ha, haha, ha, you opp
Ha, ha, haha, haha, fuck the opps
Ha, ha, haha, ha, fuck the opps, brazy (Fuck, fuck, fuck)
Ha, ha, haha, ha, fuck the opps, brazy (Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck)
Ha, ha, fuck a opp, bitch, uh (Fuck, fuck, fuck)
800 gang, woo
Mob, free the mob, yeah, okay (Skrrt)
On a pole (Skrrt)
On a pole, uh (Skrrt)
(Skrrt, bah)
(Skrrt, brr, bah)