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HIDEOUT Lyrics
Artist: Trippie Redd
HIDEOUT Lyrics
HIDEOUT by Trippie Redd
(Sil on the beat too)
[Trippie Redd:]
Yeah, expansions in the mansion, that's my hideout
f**k the b**ch, she kiss and tell, I gave her timeout
Out here gettin' paper, b**ch, 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, f**k your soul, we take it
Woke up in the mornin', b**ches makin' eggs and bacon
Makin' multi-millions while you niggas makin' statements
Makin' love to your b**ch and makin' what you can't make
Niggas love talkin' sh*t until they cannot talk no more
I got love in the city, but I cannot love a ho
Out the country and sh*t 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 carbon
f**k a red bone with a red heart, took the red pill, now I'm heartless
Mr. Redd don't give a f**k, you know that nigga came from darkness
Mr. Redd don't give a f**k, that boy'll turn you to a carcass
Is you actin' tough with me? Lil' b**ch, 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, b**ch, in some bright ice, b**ch
This a gang, not a clique, fully auto with that switch
Yeah, expansions in the mansion, that's my hideout
f**k the b**ch, she kiss and tell, I gave her timeout
Out here gettin' paper, b**ch, 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, f**k your soul, we take it
[Fijimacintosh:]
Catch an opp and turn to bacon, assalamualaikum
This a game of lemonade, she 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 f**kin' 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 sh*t you makin', we'll throw it in the air
I bought my b**ch new Chane-ne, she'll f**k me anywhere (sh*t, goddamn)
My b**ch boujee, look at my fingernails before I put 'em in her (Yeah)
Why the f**k this nigga mad at me? His b**ch under my picture
I could really post the sh*t, 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
b**ches beggin' to take down my zipper
Pussy good, I might just tip her, yeah
I don't smoke no Swisher Sweet, b**ch, I'm rollin' RAW Organic
Walk around the mansion with my chopper, I won't never panic (Ayy)
[Trippie Redd (Fijimacintosh):]
Yeah, expansions in the mansion, that's my hideout (Ayy)
f**k the b**ch, she kiss and tell, I gave her timeout
Out here gettin' paper, b**ch, 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, f**k your soul, we take it
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