[Intro]
(Red Dead, I'm so fuckin' bumpin', bruh)

[Chorus: Tripstar]
Yeah, woah, what you in it for?
It's too much money out here, yeah, talkin' plentiful
Bossed up my lifestyle, can't settle for the minimal
I encourage you to take them chances, for real
Eight thousand for this pounds of the smoke and I'ma buy it, yeah
Kept my Rollie on, I hit her from the back, I locked her legs
Lookin' for another plug like where the blocks at?
Walk into somebody trap, ask 'em where the Wock' at

[Verse 1: Tripstar]
My connect actin' like hе don't want me to go legit
He told mе it's deeper than money, it's 'bout politics
He lookin' at me like for what I'm sayin', that's irrelevant
Switchin' up my time zone, didn't have a choice, I sold zones
Mama askin', "Why the fuck you got all of them damn phones?"
One for the weed, one for the shh, one for the heroin
I was servin' college students, they spent all they lunch money
When you in the streets, make sure you put up you some bond money

[Chorus: Tripstar]
Woah, woah, what you in it for?
It's too much money out here, yeah, talkin' plentiful
Bossed up my lifestyle, can't settle for the minimal
I encourage you to take them chances, for real
Eight thousand for this pounds of the smoke and I'ma buy it, yeah
Kept my Rollie on, I hit her from the back, I locked her legs
Lookin' for another plug like where the blocks at?
Walk into somebody trap, ask 'em where the Wock' at

[Verse 2: BandGang Lonnie Band]
Huh, walk up in the spot, where the gloves and mask?
I got some Fetty Armstrong, you can call me Lance
I just bought a half a brick up at Disneyland
Send 'em where the Bucs at, hit 'em over the head
Tuh, but in Lexington, I'm settin' up hot dog stands
Holler at me, I got hundred-fifty-dollar grams
They think I'm showin' love, I'm just buildin' my brand
On my three kids, I ain't never gotta rap again
[Chorus: Tripstar]
Yeah, woah, what you in it for?
It's too much money out here, yeah, talkin' plentiful
Bossed up my lifestyle, can't settle for the minimal
I encourage you to take them chances, for real
Eight thousand for this pounds of the smoke and I'ma buy it, yeah
Kept my Rollie on, I hit her from the back, I locked her legs
Lookin' for another plug like where the blocks at?
Walk into somebody trap, ask 'em where the Wock' at