Trippie Redd - GOODFELLAS Lyrics

F*ck 'em up, yeah, f*ck 'em up
F*ck 'em up, yeah, f*ck 'em up
F*ck 'em up, yeah, f*ck 'em up
Go get 'em, f*ck 'em up
Yeah

Poppin' out, Goodfellas (skrrt), keep a Gucci umbrella (skrrt)
Got money, Rockefeller (yeah), I'm the bank, might f*ck a teller (woah)
I could murder any beat, or I could kill it, acapella (acapella)
I think that it's two of me, a Gemini, Mason Mandela (effect, Mandela)
Addicted to these blue Nerds and icin' out my neck (my neck)
My brodie keep a quick drum, and I ain't talkin sketch (sketch)
Mister Redd, I got white diamonds and my white gold Patek, yeah (Patek)
See through smoke and mirrors and computers like a tech (tech, tech)
Bitch, I'm from the trenches, from the hood, I keep a TEC (TEC, keep a TEC)
Cartier my lens, Chanel pearls on my neck (on my neck)
I might spin the crib (oh, spin the crib)
Screech the tires down on the set (baow, baow, baow)
And I might spin again (baow, baow, baow)
And again, again, again (baow, baow, baow)
This 1942 lil' baby, this not no damn Henn' (Henn', Henn')
I'm the one, not the two, lil' baby, she said, "Say that again" (uh)
.44 bulldog, hit a bitch-nigga in his head (fah)
Who said I'm cool with y'all? I ain't never wanna be friends (nah)
I ain't got no time for a bitch worth sayin' (sayin')
I'm the dark knight, pull up like Batman (man)
Reach new heights, I can never ever land (at all)
Kickin' shit, jujitsu
Nigga, press your issue
Too blessed, bitch, need a tissue
Big dog, never been a shih-tzu
Can't have one, gotta get two (haha)
He from the shit, I'm a big poo (ah)
I'ma reach heights you can't get to (hold up)
She got big ass and tits too
I pray to God but I send two (send two)
I was off a bean, no sensu
I was eatin' ramen like Deku (yeah)
I'm the chosen one like Goku (yeah)
She was watchin' me like Roku (yeah)
Bitch, I'm the one, I'ma show you (yeah)
Don't talk to me if I don't know you
I don't f*ck with you, I ain't gon' hold you (hold)
If he step to me, I'ma ho you (ho you)
Never let anybody "Lil' bro" you (bro me)
I'm the king, bitch, and it's so true (so true)
And I'm tryna give a ho a sunbath
They want smoke and I love that (love that)
She wan' rub down where my gun at (gun at)
If it's here then it's where it's thunder at (baow)

F*ck 'em up, yeah, f*ck 'em up
F*ck 'em up, yeah, f*ck 'em up
F*ck 'em up, yeah, f*ck 'em up (I'm wicked, I'm-)
Go get 'em, f*ck 'em up (I'm wicked, I'm wicked, I'm wicked)

I'm not on what these niggas on
I'm on a different type of time
I love it when she give me brain (Loesoe goin' crazy)
She got a different type of mind
This strap sound like dynamite, this a different type of iron
I pull up swingin' two sticks like I'm a different type of blind
Don't got a beep, you hear me comin', supercharge loud as hell
I get a different type of money, you can look at me and tell
ARP and Glock .19, that's my favorite personnel
Put a shell to his back, do that boy like Raphael
She say I'm a bad boy, I'm really a good fella
He shouldn't have never did that, don't feel sorry for that fella
He play with us, he gonna die, I'm somethin' like a fortune teller
Catch him on the wrong side, step on him like a bike pedal

F*ck 'em up, yeah, f*ck 'em up
F*ck 'em up, yeah, f*ck 'em up
F*ck 'em up, yeah, f*ck 'em up
Go get 'em, f*ck 'em up