Letra de HIDEOUT - Trippie Redd

(Feat. Fijimacintosh)

(Loesoe goin' crazy)

(Sil on the beat too)

Yeah, expansions in the mansion, that's my hideout

Fuck the bitch, she kiss and tell, I gave her timeout

Out here gettin' paper, bitch, I'm on the grind now

Hella F&Ns and drums when we slide out

Foenem brazy, just got home, they wanna ride out

Make you meet your maker, fuck your soul, we take it

Woke up in the mornin', bitches makin' eggs and bacon

Makin' multi-millions while you niggas makin' statements

Makin' love to your bitch and makin' what you can't make

Niggas love talkin' shit until they cannot talk no more

I got love in the city, but I cannot love a ho

Out the country and shit with a bad lil' model ho

Rockin' red like I'm Santa, red and black carbon, red bandana

Infrared beam in a red 'Rari, took the red eye from a red carpet

Fuck a red bone with a red heart, took the red pill, now I'm heartless

Mr. Redd don't give a fuck, you know that nigga came from darkness

Mr. Redd don't give a fuck, that boy'll turn you to a carcass

Is you actin' tough with me? Lil' bitch, is you retarded?

Pussies reachin' for the top the most will hit the ground the hardest

She wanna suck my sword because she say that I'm the sharpest

I'm the dark knight, bitch, in some bright ice, bitch

This a gang, not a clique, fully auto with that switch

Yeah, expansions in the mansion, that's my hideout

Fuck the bitch, she kiss and tell, I gave her timeout

Out here gettin' paper, bitch, I'm on the grind now

Hella F&Ns and drums when we slide out

Foenem brazy, just got home, they wanna ride out

Make you meet your maker, fuck your soul, we take it

Catch an opp and turn 'em to bacon, as-salamu alaykum

It's a game of elimination, tell me what side you gon' pick

Jigsaw a nigga, catch a pig, cut him limb from limb

I just smoked a blunt of Runtz and landed on a fuckin' blimp (Yeah)

Only blue hundreds in my left pocket, nigga, I ain't bangin' Crip

My young nigga ready to catch a stain and he'll do it anywhere

That lil' petty shit you makin', we'll throw it in the air

I bought my bitch new Chane-ne, she'll fuck me anywhere (Shit, goddamn)

My bitch boujee, look at my fingernails before I put 'em in her (Yeah)

Why the fuck this nigga mad at me? His bitch under my picture

I could really post the shit, it make you mad and make you bicker

I got a bag and it's way bigger

I'm on they ass, I know they can feel it

Balenci' boots and Rick the denim

Lord, forgive me, I know I'm a sinner

Fashion killer, codeine sipper

Bitches beggin' to take down my zipper

Pussy good, I might just tip her, yeah

I don't smoke no Swisher Sweet, bitch, I'm rollin' RAW Organic

Walk around the mansion with my chopper, I won't never panic (Ayy)

Yeah, expansions in the mansion, that's my hideout (Ayy)

Fuck the bitch, she kiss and tell, I gave her timeout

Out here gettin' paper, bitch, I'm on the grind now (Oh, okay)

Hella F&Ns and drums when we slide out

Foenem brazy, just got home, they wanna ride out

Make you meet your maker, fuck your soul, we take it

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