MP5 Lyrics – Trippie Redd ft. SoFaygo

[Intro: Trippie Redd]
I'm too far gone (Ah)
Yeah

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Hop out a GT3 with an MP5 (Bah)
Yeah, I got ice like Alaska, jet to Dubai
(On gang, yeah)
Had to spread my wings to teach 'em all how to fly
(Yeah)
Yeah, you n!ggas square, divide 'em by pi
Yeah, rolling 'round, three GMC's
'bout to be a drive-by (Brrah)
Your lil' homie know what's up with me
Talk down, you gone die (You gone die)
Keep that forty on my lap
I spent like twenty-four on my Rollie (Woo)
When you see me out in LA
Just know I'm balling like Kobe (Woo)

[Verse 1: Trippie Redd]
I've been number one
B!tch, don't need no trophy
Know we crackheads, pass me the rock
And I'll be balling like Kobe
Rolling down the 101, not no Zoey
I stay stacking with my twin for thе win, Zack & Cody
You n!ggas be hating, Mister Moseby
(Mistеr Moseby as* n!gga)
Stacking it up on lowkey
Stay stacking up (Stack)
Racking up, triple OG (Woo)
F**k stress, stay blessed (Yeah)
Get away from the phony (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Hop out a GT3 with an MP5 (Bah)
Yeah, I got ice like Alaska, jet to Dubai
(On gang, yeah)
Had to spread my wings to teach 'em all how to fly
(Yeah)
Yeah, you n!ggas square, divide 'em by pi
Yeah, rolling 'round, three GMC's
'bout to be a drive-by (Brrah)
Your lil' homie know what's up with me
Talk down, you gone die (You gone die)
Keep that forty on my lap
I spent like twenty-four on my Rollie (Woo)
When you see me out in LA
Just know I'm balling like Kobe (Woo)

[Verse 2: SoFaygo]
(Go, yeah)
Light that sh!t up (Go)
Walk in the spot
I'ma pipe that sh!t up (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, them n!ggas hating my swag
Them n!ggas so bitter (Yeah)
I thought I told them lil' n!ggas I'm hard hitter
(Taking that sh!t to the heart)
Yeah, I thought I told you lil' n!ggas I'm go getter
(Tell them lil' n!ggas, on God)
Pressure don't matter, like how could you fold, n!gga?
(How could you, b!tch? Oh my God)
Yeah, how could you let the hate sit in your soul, n!gga?
(How could that sit in your soul?)
Yeah, shorty a demon, a real soul switcher
(Oh my God, how did you know?)
Young n!gga stepping on toes (Go)
Handle that sh!t like you grown (Go)
Doing this sh!t on my lone
Ayy, I got that bag by my own (Woah)
F**k it, I'm in the zone
Ghost, like, n!gga, I'm gone (Skrrt, skrrt)
Hop in that Ghost, I'm ghost, I'm gone

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Hop out a GT3 with an MP5 (Bah)
Yeah, I got ice like Alaska, jet to Dubai
(On gang, yeah)
Had to spread my wings to teach 'em all how to fly
(Yeah)
Yeah, you n!ggas square, divide 'em by pi
Yeah, rolling 'round, three GMC's
'bout to be a drive-by (Brrah)
Your lil' homie know what's up with me
Talk down, you gone die (You gone die)
Keep that forty on my lap
I spent like twenty-four on my Rollie (Woo)
When you see me out in LA
Just know I'm balling like Kobe (Woo)