Dark Brotherhood Lyrics – Trippie Redd ft. Lil Baby

[Intro: Lil Baby]
(Je t'aime, Trippie Redd)
(I'm shy, oh my God)
(This is a certified hood classic)

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
No face, no case, so my homie wear a mask
Keep a chopper on his waist
He'll draw that b!tch fast
Get the f**k up out my face
If you ain't talking 'bout cash
Big deal, I'm a titan and these n!ggas wanna clash
We'll run up to your door and dash
Boy, we keep the choppers, we get busy
Most turnt n!gga in the bity
Know we keep it litty like a titty
This b!tch high as hell
Hit the whippet can until she get dizzy

[Verse 1: Trippie Redd]
I need three hundred K in every damn city
Twenty thousand people every night and yes
B!tch, I brought the gang with mе
Pu**y shot the bus up, but he missed mе
They was mad they homeboy ran down
And got a smooth buck fifty
If I buck, then the gang buck with me
VVS the gang, baby, yeah, f**k with me
Send a couple shots and see what's up with me
Damn, I see the opps, I'ma shoot, bae, duck with me
And it's in her purse, she sliding too, she clutch with me
If the cops pull me over, then she put it in her kitty
Walking through my hood with a drum, it hold like fifty
5.56 for them n!ggas being dumb, no kizzy
Off a Percocet, got my mind dancing like Shiggy
The big boss, no Rick Ross, b!tch, more like Biggie
I been puffing on this gas, got me feeling like Diddy
Catch an opp, walk 'em down, then hit the damn Griddy

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
No face, no case, so my homie wear a mask
Keep a chopper on his waist
He'll draw that b!tch fast
Get the f**k up out my face
If you ain't talking 'bout cash
Big deal, I'm a titan and these n!ggas wanna clash
We'll run up to your door and dash
Boy, we keep the choppers, we get busy
Most turnt n!gga in the bity
Know we keep it litty like a titty
This b!tch high as hell
Hit the whippet can until she get dizzy

[Verse 2: Lil Baby]
Got the 'Rari doing donuts, called her
Said she with her boyfriend, I'm like, "So what?"
Took a PJ to the money, now I'm stuck in traffic
Tell the pilot, "Hold up"
We done came from the bottom
I ain't had no other choice but to go up
Now I'm jumping on stage, need one-point— shh
Just to show up
I'm the littest in the cit
Cubans on, it be hard to chill
Ten carats, it be hard to hear
My hood treat me like a God for real
They know I been hustling all my life and
I ain't never had a job for real
Count it up and then take flight
Hit it, then forget it, same night
I remember being stuck off in the trap
Found a plug and then I got right
These n!ggas with me always keep a mask
I can't trust a soul, these n!ggas shiesty
I done took a gamble with my life
4 gang, everybody piped
Count a hundred million, that's my vibe
Gotta hit sh!t, man, when you slide

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
No face, no case, so my homie wear a mask
Keep a chopper on his waist
He'll draw that b!tch fast
Get the f**k up out my face
If you ain't talking 'bout cash
Big deal, I'm a titan and these n!ggas wanna clash
We'll run up to your door and dash
Boy, we keep the choppers, we get busy
Most turnt n!gga in the bity
Know we keep it litty like a titty
This b!tch high as hell
Hit the whippet can until she get dizzy