Trippie Redd

6 Kiss

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(I love Trippie Redd)
Oh, oh

Pourin' up fours, mud in my cup
Won't look at the past, it's behind us
Falling in a bottomless pit, find us
Life is a purge, sound all the sirens

Do whatever I want, don't give a fuck, live my life, uh-huh, uh-huh
I got your wife, she my slut, she take nut, uh-huh, uh-huh
And I don't walk shit at all, I'm on a money run
I don't got no opps, they stay inside 'cause they're scared of my guns
Your bitch say she want a real one, I told her, "Come and find one"
It's funny how you pussy but you never been inside one
Ayy, these dumb ass virgin ass niggas mad
They run when they see the gun in my hand
Bullets like Twitter, they follow them

Nut my kids, she swallowed them, ooh, yeah, she swallowed them
Boy, your chain ain't solid gold, your jeweler finessed, he hollowed them
You niggas say they with' it, uh, we gon' Harry Potter him
Make that lil' bitch disappear, got VVS's in my ear
Ooh-ooh-ooh, a chandelier, they shinin' on your bitch
We flick these hoes wanna fuck, 'cause I'm so freaky-deaky and your bitch gon' eat me
You know that we killin' these fuck niggas, hell nah
Ain't no throwing a wife like hell nah
Pussy boy we gon bite that pussy nigga, pull up on him and bite that, uh
130K on a Cuban link, ayy
Shawty wanna fuck, suck the dick, and be my bae, uh
Chillin' on that couch, fuck yo' bitch in her mouth
Catch a nigga slippin', put it in his fucking house, slatt
I ain't with the talkin', I ain't with the talkin'
I ain't with the talkin, put the pussy nigga in a coffin
He red, nigga say he bleeding, he red, he red
I'm killing everybody instead, yeah

It be so cold up in the summertime (freezing)
In the summertime (freezing)
Diamonds on my fingers, baby blue, they look like Megamind (yeah)
I don't know reality, bitch, I feel like Coraline (yeah, yeah)
And we from the Northside, pull up, Optimus Prime (yeah)
I don't wanna miss life, yeah
Promise it feel better taking his life (taking his life)
Yeah, Codeine when I piss right (when I piss right)
'Cause we live that fucking triple six life (triple six)
Yeah, that 6 kiss life (666)
Murder what it is, murder what it is
Yeah, murder what it is, uh
I'ma catch a murder in this bitch
That's for certain in this bitch
Like close the burtains in this bitch, uh, yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah)

Uh, it's a living hell and we live in hell
I'm from there, living hell, I'm from there
I live in hell, I'm from there, yeah, gang (lalalala, lalala)

Writer/s: Danny Snodgrass, Jamell Demons, Jarad Higgins, Michael White, Nicholas Mira