ARMAGEDDON - Trippie Redd/Rob49

Lyrics by：Igor Mamet/Michael Lamar White II/Robert Thomas/Andreas Cristian Matura/Peter Jideonwo

Composed by：Igor Mamet/Michael Lamar White II/Robert Thomas/Andreas Cristian Matura/Peter Jideonwo

Ha let me in

Look yeah

Yeah uh

Yeah hundred round drum on me

Hundred round drum on me

Hundred round drum on me

Hundred round drum on me

Hundred round drum on me

Yeah hundred round drum on me

Hundred round drum on me

Hundred round drum on me

Hundred round drum on me

Hundred round drum on me yeah

Hundred round drum on me

Brand new blick on me

Brand new switch on me

Soon as I up I blow soon as

I blow he bleed yeah

Hangin' with killers hangin'

With all of the real ones and duckin'

The fake

Tell him to mind his business

I done seen n***as who talkin'

Get shot in the face yeah

That's why I'm keepin' my K yeah

That's why I'm havin' my way yeah

I'm 'bout to send that text yeah

Make a n***a pull up spray yeah

No I ain't playin' at all ****

N***a can't run no game huh

Oh he want smoke with us yeah

Make a n***a face card famous

They know I keep my racks on me

They know I keep my MAC on me

N***as done made me mad brother

I'm tryin' not to go crash on 'em

They know we'll tweak out

Do **** worser than that last n***a

In a Demon ridin' with some steppers

I'ma spend that bag on 'em

Yeah hundred round drum on me

Hundred round drum on me

Hundred round drum on me

Hundred round drum on me

Hundred round drum on me

Yeah hundred round drum on me

Hundred round drum on me

Hundred round drum on me

Hundred round drum on me hey

Hundred round drum on me yeah yeah

I keep that blick on me blick

I keep that trip on me

Bentley got heated seats

Play with the gang he deceased

Murder an opp like I murder a godd**n beat

******' that ***** and I'm keepin'

It P and I'm keepin' it G in the streets

I'm not no puttin' not no dot on

No mother******' barrel

Lil' ***** I'm a ************' beast

Shorty come over the crib she

Swallowin' dick she ******'

Up all of the sheets

Alright I'm ******' up all of

That money I'm ******'

And gettin' her geeked ew

I ain't never pressed 'bout

None of these *****es

I ****ed that ho last week

That little ***** was an animal

Ate like a cannibal

Crushed that lil' ***** like a Danimal

Walked in this ***** and

I'm fresh like a cantaloupe

D**e in the closet and racks

In the envelope

Don't get to talkin' this ****

Can get physical

Pull up big body that *****

Lookin' mystical

We sent some shots through

Your grandmammy living room

Now he not talkin'

He turned to a vegetable

We with the business

We send 'em a message

Man who the **** is these

**** n***as testin'

Yeah hundred round drum on me

Hundred round drum on me

Hundred round drum on me

Hundred round drum on me

Hundred round drum on me

Yeah hundred round drum on me

Hundred round drum on me

Hundred round drum on me

Hundred round drum on me

Hundred round drum on me yeah