Free Rio Lyrics – Trippie Redd

[Intro: Trippie Redd]
(Bosley)

[Verse: Trippie Redd]
Getting to the paper, that's my passion
1400/800 Inc., we getting cash, b!tch
Only like f**king on b!tches fat asses
Call me the reaper, only smoking on ashes
F**king top tens, yeah, you know that I'ma bag it
Yeah, I'm f**king twin sisters, b!tch
You know that they the baddest
Want it all to yourself but you know that I done had it
Wanna beat that pu**y raw, dead, yeah, it's in a casket
I just bought Balenci' now I'm walking in the mansion
Boy, don't play with me
That switchy get to spitting automatic
I don't give a f**k 'bout what you said, lil' ho
If you talk down on the gang, you gonna beg, lil' ho
I heard shawty tryna ride, get on the pegs, lil' ho
Born in crime, homicide, leave you dead, lil' ho
The world through my eyes is infrared, lil' ho
The killers in the streets going fed, lil' ho
Living in a world where everybody hella street
Everybody got a heat, everybody want beef
Everybody pu**y, n!gga, everybody sweet
Swear to God, you don't want no smoke with me
Yeah, it's the big bird, b!tch, I got issues
It's the middle of the summer and my neck got a igloo
Barrel of the drum stare at you and it'll end you
I ain't sneeze but I'm blessed
Wipe me down, I need a tissue
I'm Trippie, b!tch, I'm slimed out
Iced out b!tch with your girl on my d!ck
Iced out b!tch with your girl on my tip
The opps want me but my Glock wanna kiss
Slow down, riding 'round
Four deep, every chopper got a hundred rounds
If I catch a opposition, I'ma have to take 'em down
Like the special opps, b!tch
Catch a opp and tango down (Tango down)
I love money counters, b!tch, I love the paper sound
Coming from the trenches, when I'm in 'em, safe and sound
Used to love the beef, I love getting paper now
Don't use GPS, b!tch, I'm on the paper route
Coming from that place where it's hard to make it out
If it's smoke, want war, n!gga, we could face it out
Got your b!tch sucking d!ck and I ain't into making out
If you scared, go to church, n!gga, bring the devil out
Getting tired of you n!ggas, Michelin
Seeing all you n!ggas dropping and nobody mention it
I just sold out twenty thousand people out in Michigan
I just made it out the hood, n!gga, I ain't missing it
Keep it player with these hoes, n!gga, I don't miss a b!tch
And you know I'm Big Redd, n!gga, just like some licorice
I just bought a Rolls-Royce, don't that mean really rich?
Walk around with 1400 hoes on my damn d!ck
Everybody sick, n!gga, everybody (Achoo)
Everybody sick, n!gga, everybody
Everybody sick, n!gga, everybody
Everybody sick, n!gga, everybody
Everybody sick, n!gga, everybody (Achoo)
Everybody sick, n!gga, everybody
Everybody sick, n!gga, everybody
Everybody sick, n!gga, everybody (Bosley)