[Intro: Trippie Redd]
Yeah, huh, Yeah, huh, Yeah
Big 14 b**h
(1400 yeah, 1400 yeah, 800 yeah)
1400/800 lil' n***a, flexin' paper n***a
You know what the f** goin' on
Yeah, ayy, yeah, hold on, ayy
[Verse 1: Trippie Redd]
Real n***as live by the code
Catch a n***a lack on my f**in' bros
I don't f** with opps, all y'all n***as' hoes
Met a few of 'em, y'all could get exposed
With my n***a too, head off the pole
Put it to your nose, leave your body froze
Do a trill, catch another body though
Like, that's my f**in' hobby yo
I'm a real n***a, in the field witcha, doin' trill witcha
All my lil' n***as keep it trill, pop a couple pills witcha
Big Trippie keep it real witcha
I'm a real n***a, in the field witcha, doin' trill witcha
All my lil' n***as keep it trill, pop a couple pills witcha
Big Trippie keep it real witcha
Lil' n***a let them lullas fly, leave a young n***a so traumatized
Totin' gats jit, all my n***as ride
Don't make me make another mama cry
Doin' trill, catch another homicide
Fix your face, n***a, you got bu*terflies?
Chopper at your throat and you afraid to die
Big 14, f** the other side
Jugg, jugg, got all this j**elry
Man, this sh** ain't new to me
Your b**h new to you, she ain't new to me
I ain't really with the f**ing foolery
Glistenin' in these f**ing diamonds
Bad b**h and I'm f**ing shining
I got a bad b**h from the f**ing islands
Taking trips to the f**ing islands
Guess these guys don't realize
When they talking fly, man it's suicide
Don't talk, do a n***a do or die
Nobody else, n***a, you and I
Big chopper, I'ma let the bullets fly
That red dot right between your eyes
I don't play, p**y, wish a n***a try
'Cause that'd be the night n***as die
n***as act like I ain't G.O.A.T. or somethin'
Take a trip, go chill with the bros or somethin'
Call a few b**hes, chill with some hoes or somethin'
n***as be flexin', they bold or somethin'
They don't want that war, go home or somethin'
Internet flexin' with the phone or somethin'
You a lil' pup, n***a, fetch a bone or somethin'
n***as male strippers when them poles bummin'
[Bridge: Trippie Redd & Lil Yachty]
Gang (uh), gang (uh), huh, gang (uh)
1400 gang (yuh), 800 gang (yuh)
1400 gang (yuh), 800 gang (yuh)
Lil' n***a talkin' down, we gon' snatch his chain (yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh)
[Verse 2: Lil Yachty]
Hold on (Lil Boat)
Ayy, who you think you ahead of? Not us
And these n***as they mad 'cause I'm richer than them
Stay ganged up, I ain't clickin' with them
You can get shot, Terry Richardson and them
n***a, I ball like the Pistons and them (uh)
f** around, you come up missin' like them (yeah)
You the type run to the sheriff (hah)
Act like you hard and you careless (yeah)
n***a, I'm a real a** n***a, ain't fake a n***a
Free my big brother out the prison cell
QC [?] told 'em give 'em hell
Ridin' 'round in a Maybach with my n***a Pellz
Glock out, running we empty 12
b**h on my dick, that's a love spell (yeah)
b**h with the sh**s call her Annabelle (yeah)
If they won't call, I don't gotta yell (yeah)
Hundreds [?] like a pack of [?]
f**in' her j**els with my n***a Jack
Crotched up, all of my brothers sack
Gotta run up them Ricky Racks
In the safe in the [?], we got hella plaques
Got more pops on my watch than your brother teeth
Boy you young, where your Similac?
Buyin' whips, yeah, we into that
f**in' hoes, yeah, we into that
Loving hoes, yeah no n***a
Got a .223 inside the Hellcat
Keep it all in the pack, huh
Hundred n***as in your section
Hmm, where the hoes? n***a, that's weird
Cop a new Lamb, cop a new 'Rari
Just to go and switch gears (skrt)
Burn out, burn out
Every time we turn out, make a big scene (yeah)
2K, 3K, 4K, 5K, spent it on my new jeans (skrt skrt skrt)
Gave big bro twenty-seven racks for his birthday, the world made a scene (facts)
Y'all don't even know how a n***a live
Spend twenty racks like two bands (facts)
Uh, came with the sticks like they hunting n***a
Throwing gang signs, call it [?] n***a
Can't nobody at QC get punked, n***a
What is a one-on-one, n***a? We jumpin' n***as
We got the strap, n***a, f** it, we stompin' n***as
I'm just as rich as your favorite rapper, n***a, might be richer
Hit the pent like I'm Derek Fisher
f** the b**h right, then I kiss her
Ride around town, you the one that licked her
Ha, real player like my pops (pops)
Thirty round in my Glock
We run it, not opps
Ten toes on my sole, n***as wouldn't double dare to cross the big Boat (yeah)
Last year, I was 19, had 300K inside a [?] coat (yeah)
Pull up deep, wide body n***a
Feel like [?] cold as Minnesota
Bought my moms a Rover but I ain't BlocBoy
But I do keep a Glock for opp boys (doot-doot-doot)
[Outro: Lil Yachty & Trippie Redd]
Lil Boat (who else?)
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Gang