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Trippie Redd - Angry Vibes Lyrics

Aye, whoo, bands, real niggas, whoo

Real niggas live by the code
Catch a ni*** lacking with my fuc*** bros
I don't f*** with opps all y'all niggas hoes
Met a few women, y'all can get exposed
With my ni*** 9, yeah, up the pump
Put it to your nose and your body froze
Doing trill, catch another body though
Like that's my fuc*** hobby yo

I'm a real ni*** in the field witcha
Do a trill with you and my lil' niggas
Keep it trill papa, couple bills witcha'
King Trippie keep it real witcha'
I'm a real ni*** and a field witcha'
Doing trill with you with my lil' niggas
Keep it trill papa, couple bills witcha'
King Trippie keep it real witcha'

Lil ni*** let the bodies fly
Young ni*** so traumatized
Told me gas git, all my niggas ride
Don't make me make another momma cry
Doing trill, catch another homicide
Based ni***, you got butterflies?
Choppa at your 30, you afraid to die?
King Trippie, ni***, f*** the other side
Trill, trill, got all this jewelry
Medicine, they new to me
Your bitch new to you, she ain't new to me
I ain't really with the fuc*** foolery
Pussy nin in these fuc*** diamonds
Bad bitch and I'm fuc*** shining
Got a bad bitch from the fuc*** Onyx
Take your dreams to the fuc*** islands
Cause these guys don't realize
When they talking fly, man it's suicide
Don't talk through it, ni***, do or die
Nobody else, ni***, you and I
Big choppa, I might let the bullets fly
That red dot right between your eyes
Yeah I play pu***, what you niggas try?
Cause that gon beat the night, you niggas die

Yeah, they talking twos, whoo
Robbers in these trues, aye
Shining all these jewels, yeah
I'm gon play you like a fool, aye
Roll them fuc*** blunts, whoo
Back them fuc*** blunts, aye
Sell them fuc*** blunts, aye
Get my fuc*** money, whoo
Yeah, they talking twos, whoo
Robbers in these trues, aye
Shining all these jewels
I'm gon play you like a fool, whoo
Roll them fuc*** blunts, aye
Back them fuc*** blunts, whoo
Sell them fuc*** blunts, aye
Get my fuc*** money, aye

Gang gang ni***, we the best see
Dare a ni***, try and test me
Got six shots in these cowboys
Head shots, ni***, you deadbeat
Cause I don't f*** with no f*** niggas
If I catch an opp, I might bust ni***
Bands all in my fuc*** pants
Reason why I don't trust niggas
Cause niggas be on that slurp shit
When you wide in the jungle, ni***
Niggas die in my slurp but
On again, we gotta rumble ni***
Cause I'm sitting high and I'm fuc*** hoes
Real niggas slip on the fuc*** code
Went from late nights, pushing buttons cold
In the Louie Truey, and I'm fuc*** cold
I got a trap queen, gotta up the po'
And if a ni*** talking, then I'm fuc*** smoke
King Trippie, no fuc*** joke
Man, I rep my hood like a fuc*** coach
Winning meg, hope you die smoke
You white pill like the fuc*** snow
All for that codeine and I'm leaning ni*** like a fuc*** slope

Aye, leaning off of that codeine, whoo!
Promethazine got a ni*** leaning to the left, aye
I'm off of that codeine, aye
Promethazine, all the drugs, all the drugs