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Everything BoZ by Trippie Redd [Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Hold up, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, I can teach that b**ch my language like Rosetta Stone, yeah
f**k that b**ch one time and then I’m phoning home, yeah
Talk down, you get shot to your dome, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
I had to slime some niggas out, I damn near wiped they nose, yeah
Pussy nigga know I came from toting poles
And you ain’t built like that, lil’ nigga, you can get exposed, yeah
Yeah, yeah (Yeah)
Yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: Trippie Redd]
f**k nigga, what you want? Huh (What you want?)
Know we keep them choppers like a movie role (Movie role)
I just need to know, is it truly smoke? (Truly smoke)
Yeah, ’cause you know we want the smoke, we truly want (Truly want)
To bust shots at the opposition
Pussy nigga, you ain’t really in the right position
To be talking that gangster sh*t, pussy, you get hit coming
She like bah, bah, bah, get shot in your head, man
Yeah, get shot where the headband ‘posed to be at
Pussy nigga, huh, yeah, uh, uh
Pussy nigga, huh, yeah
You can get hit up

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Hold up, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, I can teach that b**ch my language like Rosetta Stone, yeah
f**k that b**ch one time and then I’m phoning home, yeah
Talk down, you get shot to your dome, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
I had to slime some niggas out, I damn near wiped they nose, yeah
Pussy nigga know I came from toting poles
And you ain’t built like that, lil’ nigga, you can get exposed, yeah
Yeah, yeah (Yeah)
Yeah, yeah

[Verse 2: Coi Leray]
Yeah, uno, dos, tres, yeah, come and give me head
This a Glock .40, yeah, leave a nigga dead
Niggas be lackin’, yeah, catch that nigga in traffic, shot him in the back
Might take your b**ch, yeah, she wanna hang with the gang but this ain’t that
Boy be telling, yeah, can’t f**k with these opp ass niggas, they all rats
Hopped in my bag, Birkin, got out all this cash earned it
Tell me what you need, serve it, man, I make these b**ches nervous
Yeah, yeah, ayy, ooh
Mmh, mmh, mmh, ayy
It’s a Glock .40

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Hold up, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, I can teach that b**ch my language like Rosetta Stone, yeah
f**k that b**ch one time and then I’m phoning home, yeah
Talk down, you get shot to your dome, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
I had to slime some niggas out, I damn near wiped they nose, yeah
Pussy nigga know I came from toting poles
And you ain’t built like that, lil’ nigga, you can get exposed, yeah
Yeah, yeah (Yeah)
Yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah)