Lyrics Trippie Redd – Beat It
Text:
Okay, gorilla killa drilla, living like a dope dealer
Krispy Kreme moon walking, Micheal Jackson, no thriller
Told your girl to beat it, Micheal Jackson, no thriller, ayy
Who this hitting my line, for bro I don’t really got time
Tell that little thottie to beat it, tell that little thottie to beat it, ayy
Tell that little thottie to beat it, tell that little bitch to beat it
Tell that little bitch to beat it, ay
Tell that little bitch to beat it, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Stack it up, flip it, repeat it
If the hoes really — tell them to beat it
I don’t want your pussy, you can keep it
She suck on that dick like she teething
Got a chick that fiend for Rhianna
And a chick that fiend over designer
Bitch I fiend from only those commas
Getting money, I hit you with llamas
Yeah, we toting my nigga
Take your bitch, I be puffing my nigga
I don’t play no games with hoes
I just want my bankrolls yeah
Ayy, beat it hoe, beat it, tell that bitch to beat it
I don’t need your presence baby girl just beat it
Ayy, pesos, bankroll
Tell that thottie get go beat it, get out of my face hoe
Ayy, bankroll, ayy, pesos
Ayy, I want all my money get out of my face hoe
Pesos, bankroll
Tell that thottie get go beat it, get out of my face hoe
I’ve been chasing money, fuck I gotta chase fame for?
Fuck what you gotta say hoe
I’m just tryna get a peso
Baby I just need a bankroll
Baby girl I need a bankroll
Tell that little bitch to go beat it like she let me hit it from all angels
I’ve been flexing on lil shawty like a wrestler, baby talking Kurt angle
Perfect living, perfect whip, foreign whipping
Hell yeah, add it up, east sushi, like its chicken (Hey!)
What a gift, what a vision, what a living (Hey!)
Got the Rari, got the Lambo, fuck the Civic (Okay)
Okay, gorilla killa drilla, living like a dope dealer
Krispy Kreme moon walking, Micheal Jackson, no thriller
Told your girl to beat it, Micheal Jackson, no thriller, ayy
Who this hitting my line, for bro I don’t really got time
Perfect living, perfect whip, foreign whipping
Hell yeah, add it up, east sushi, like its chicken (Hey!)
What a gift, what a vision, what a living (Hey!)
Got the Rari, got the Lambo, fuck the Civic (Okay)
Album
Trippie Redd – Old Self
