Killionaire Lyrics – Trippie Redd

[Intro: Trippie Redd]
One time me spring up
This bumboclaat mi waan hear this whole crowd
Reload (Boom-boom-boom-boom)
I'm shy, oh my God

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
We don't get even
Look in my eyes, a demon
Bad lil' b!tch, mamacita
Chops on my señorita
Bougie, a damn diva
They didn't damn believe us (Yeah, uh)
We the goddamn achievers
Pu**y, you best believe it

[Verse: Trippie Redd]
Pull up in fly attire, a dragon, a damn messiah
I pull up like Michael Myers
See, boy got the touch of Midas
I'm fly with no autopilot
I pull up, the tension heightened
I don't give a f**k 'bout a pu**y n!gga
I step on you
I got that money, b!tch
You could see it from hеad to toe
All that bullsh!t is for the birds
B!tch, I'm a scarecrow
Mе and my brothers
We stick together like Velcro
Ice on my wrist and put my b!tch in Chanel, ho
Yeah, yeah, yeah, she want work for me
She want come and twerk for me
She gone make it work for me
She want come and, huh
Slide out, do some dirt for me
She gone go berserk for me
Pu**y, was it worth defeat? (Baow, baow, baow)
Get to shooting, ain't no jersey, in the streets
B!tch, I'm Curry
Icy like damn McFlurry, murder
Take, can't do burglary
Muddy cup, like it dirt-dirty
We had to pay off the attorney
Prayed to God and he heard me
I could be anything like Kirby
Yeah, fresh as f**k, okay, then
He that boy, don't play with him
From that block since the playpen
It's a million opps
But a million racks I gotta rake in
Yeah, I run the mob
But I'm ready for combat like I'm Raiden
I rock Fear of God, n!gga, f**k Satan
Say you with that murder gang sh!t
N!gga, save it
I'm out in the yams, I got fed
I'm with the Haitians
All you n!ggas pu**y
N!gga, feed 'em the temptation

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
We don't get even
Look in my eyes, a demon
Bad lil' b!tch, mamacita
Chops on my señorita
Bougie, a damn diva
They didn't damn believe us (Yeah, uh)
We the goddamn achievers
Pu**y, you best believe it