Lyrics Trippie Redd

Trippie Redd

They Afraid of You

Ch-Ch-Ch-Ch-Chopsquad

DJ on the beat so it's a banger

I hope they love you like they say they do

You gotta sit back and listen to what they say to you

Tried to put on niggas but they betraying you

Really they are some bitches and they afraid of you

They never shoot for the stars and they gon' aim at you

Gotta play right with your cards and win a game or two

I'll hit you when I depart, I just smoked a plane or two

I just landed on Mars and I don't know what to do, yeah

I'm on lean, I might blackout

Shawty wanna show her ass out

All black Wraith, got the guts out

Pouring up lean 'til I pass out

I got a whole lot of mugshots

Too much money, can't count this guap

Backseat with the bags out

Rick Owens with the tags out

Got a bad bitch with a ass shot

220, yeah, the dash, oh

Racks in, hell you talkin' bout? (Bitch, hey)

Calvin Klein, hell you talkin' 'bout? (Bitch, hold up, talkin' 'bout)

Good Gosha, hell you talkin' 'bout?

Undercover, hell you talkin' 'bout? (Uh, yeah)

Hermés, hell you talkin' 'bout? (Talkin' 'bout)

I'm a lil' model, huh (Woah)

You a Chanel lil' bitch (Yeah)

I got the cash, lil' bitch, yeah

We smoking that gas, lil' bitch, uh

Ain't wasting no time, lil' bitch, yeah

It's about to go down, lil' bitch, yeah

I hope they love you like they say they do

You gotta sit back and listen to what they say to you

Tried to put on niggas but they betraying you

Really they are some bitches and they afraid of you

They never shoot for the stars and they gon' aim at you

Gotta play right with your cards and win a game or two

I'll hit you when I depart, I just smoked a plane or two

I just landed on Mars and I don't know what to do, yeah