Trippie Redd - Brad Pitt lyrics

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Trippie Redd - Brad Pitt lyrics

[Chorus: Trippie Redd] I got drip (Drip, drip), stack my chips (Chips, yeah, chips) fu*k her then dip, she like big dick (Yeah, yeah, gang) I got cash (Cash), I like getting rich (Rich) She got lots of ass (Ass), I got hoes, Brad Pitt (b*tch), yeah Brad Pitt, yeah (Woo), Brad Pitt, yeah (Woo) Brad Pitt, yeah (Woo), Brad Pitt, yeah (Woo) [Verse 1: Trippie Redd] Yeah, diamonds dancing in my chain, diamonds dancing on my wrist (Chain, chain, ha) Diamonds dancing on my rings (Rings), diamonds dancing on my b*tch (Yeah) Diamonds dancing on my gang (Gang), diamonds dancing in this b*tch (b*tch, ha, ha) Please don't panic in this b*tch (b*tch) Foenem got cannons in this b*tch (Yeah) Don't make me blam it in this b*tch Oh man, Goddamn it in this b*tch Afghanistan up in this b*tch Go to war with a friend up in this b*tch Go to war, I ran up in this sh*t Go to war, I ran up and I hit (Gang, woo, yeah, you know how we comin') [Interlude: Trippie Redd] 1400, TSF, b*tch Gang, shoutout Peso Gang, shoutout Peso Gang (Woo, gang) [Chorus: Trippie Redd] I got drip (Drip, drip), stack my chips (Chips, yeah, chips) fu*k her then dip, she like big dick (Yeah, yeah, gang) I got cash (Cash), I like getting rich (Rich) She got lots of ass (Ass), I got hoes, Brad Pitt (b*tch), yeah Brad Pitt, yeah (Woo), Brad Pitt, yeah (Woo) Brad Pitt, yeah (Woo), Brad Pitt, yeah (Woo) [Verse 2: Peso Peso] I'm strapped with a K, I got racks in my safe ni**as love to hate but got nowhere to stay He'll play with the gang, we gon' kick in his door I'm in Dolce Gabana walkin' up a [?] [?], on the block with a Glock and that b*tch is extended (Bang, bah, bah), if a ni**a start trippin' I'm in Neiman Marcus, I was strapped up in Givenchy linen I just left Bank of America then I went to Chase (Pes', Pes', Pes') I'ma wack a ni**a in style, I'ma do a drive-by in the Range I'ma make the b*tch walk a mile, if she don't let me fu*k or give me face ni**as on the internet talkin' too tough Black sleeve, yeah, when we shot his dudes up With the gang members like [?] one or two [?] Two fingers and a thumb threw'd up (102) [Chorus: Trippie Redd] I got drip (Drip, drip), stack my chips (Chips, yeah, chips) fu*k her then dip, she like big dick (Yeah, yeah, gang) I got cash (Cash), I like getting rich (Rich) She got lots of ass (Ass), I got hoes, Brad Pitt (b*tch), yeah Brad Pitt, yeah (Woo), Brad Pitt, yeah (Woo) Brad Pitt, yeah (Woo), Brad Pitt, yeah (Woo)