[Intro: Trippie Redd]
Yeah

[Verse 1: Trippie Redd]
We ain't worried 'bout shit, don't believe the hype (Don't believe the hype)
In my own lane, run shit over Suge Knight (Yeaah)
Said they could catch me lackin', but they could die (Yeaah)
N***a, fuck your gang, it's gon' be some damn genocide (Bah)
Posted in the hood, eating wings, lemon pepper fries (Fries)
N***as wish they could get at me, they gon' meet they demise (demise)
Tryna leave me in the dark, but with darkness come the light
That's why I got on all this ice, I'm at Johnny's hurry up and buy
I ain't trippin' but I'm trippin' got that '30 on me, lippin' on some wocky
Bitch we sippin', I'm with Icewear, and he trippin' (Woo)
Got my mask off in the trenches, better keep your social distance
Said she different, what's the difference?
All these bitches sucking dick and chasing chicken (Yeah)

[Verse 2: Icewear Vezzo]
Can't take no pictures...
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[Verse 3: Boston Richey]
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