[Intro]
Loesoe goin' crazy
Skrrt

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Chains 'round my neck
Oversized check, oversized check
I got too much luggage
Bought like two-dozen
Louis V luggage, Goyard luggage, Hermes luggage

[Verse 1: Trippie Redd]
Ballin' on you pussy n***as, you ball on a budget
Everyday stuntin', take a Charger, it ain't nothing
Rat-ass n***a, you don't tell on your brother
You don't tell on your cousin
You like Uncle Ruckus, Charleston White ass n***a, need some crutches
See you out in public and yo' face repercussions
Baby, I'm a hot head, keep that choppa on me, I'm bussin'
Leave 'em dead in the living room, you know it ain't nothin'
Got a Chrome Heart bag on, Rick Owen steppin'
And I got a red-rag on, know I'm living different
Is that G-shit, steppin' in Balenci'?
I got V-Lone friends in my duffle bag
Coulda bought a Lamb', coulda bought a Hellcat
Smoking Blue Nerds, Hi-Tec, inhale that
Oh, that's where you at?
I'ma send that shell down
Bitch, you say you gone, I'ma send a farewell
Prada Blue's match with her hair nails
My bitch don't wear track, she got good hell
[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Chains 'round my neck
Oversized check, oversized check
I got too much luggage
Bought like two-dozen
Louis V luggage, Goyard luggage, Hermes luggage

[Verse 2: Quincy]
Oversized luggage, oversized we going
Sittin' in the back of the car, open the door, push the button
Jacket under cover
Guns up under the covers
Shoot at you, shoot at your cousin
Who are you? Not one of us (Loesoe goin' crazy)
Who are you? Not one of-
Who are you? Not one of-
Who are you? Not one of us-
Who are you? Not one of-
Who are you? Not one of-
Who are you? Not one of-

[Verse 3: Trippie Redd]
Who are you? Not wanna deal
Bitches lit, you n***as dim
Steal from us, we take a limb
I don't fuck with people
I feel like Invader Zim
I'm for real B, stomp a n***a in my Timbs
I'm for real P, with some Forgiato Rims
I'm with that A-B, and got my some precious gems
It's some diamonds, some diamonds, some diamonds
She say, she don't like me, she love me, I like it
Play 'round with my money, then I'm slicin', and dicin'
They ain't wanna be me, they biting like Tyson
Everything I do, big, bitch, like a bison
Better get your wifey cause that bitch triflin'
[Verse 4: Quincy]
I was broke, ain't had me a coat
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