Muscles Lyrics – Trippie Redd ft. Lil Durk

[Intro: Trippie Redd]
Yeah, woo, yeah
Uh, ayy
Yeah, yeah

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Gang in this b!tch, better not move a muscle, yeah
Chopper bullets rain, I don't like to tussle
Got it out the mud, I respect the hustle, uh
All my dawgs bang, hang with Michael Vick (Yeah)
Money ain't a motherf**king thing
.223s exclusive, b!tch
They go straight to your brain
Yeah, I'm getting money
Baby, hustle in the rain
We was shooting on that block
You was shooting in the range

[Verse 1: Trippie Redd]
I was thinking out the box
That's what got me out of the way
Hey there, b!tch, suck my d!ck then have a nice day
Smackdown, f**k that b!tch in a steel cage
Feel invincible, I beat his ass, Johnny Cage
Two, three, four, five, bullets hit his ass, left him dazed
I got tunnel vision, baby, won't get caught in maze
I'm not from this planet, I ain't human
No heart, f**k cupid
Let that chopper spray for looking at me stupid
Yeah, Nike check, b!tch, I just do it
I can't play no games, we ain't hooping, no pick and roll
In a spaceship, I'm a extraterrestrial
Red laser beam, lil' b!tch, I'ma let it go
(Red laser beam, in this b!tch, I'ma let it go, baow)

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Gang in this b!tch, better not move a muscle, yeah
Chopper bullets rain, I don't like to tussle
Got it out the mud, I respect the hustle, uh
All my dawgs bang, hang with Michael Vick (Yeah)
Money ain't a motherf**king thing
.223s exclusive, b!tch, they go straight to your brain
Yeah, I'm getting money, baby, hustle in the rain
We was shooting on that block
You was shooting in the range

[Verse 2: Lil Durk]
The day them n!ggas die, come back around
We made a holiday (Gang, grrt, boaw, yeah)
Whole lotta choppas on his ass
I think I'm Sada Baby (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Proud of you, how you work with that switch
You think that Prada made it (Grrah)
Turn your favorite rapper to a pound
That sh!t ain't complicated (No, dopey)
I don't f**k with n!ggas
Never ask me where nobody at (Goofy)
Fitted cap better say V.Roy or that's somebody as* (Yeah)
Real killer, pop up on somebody in somebody grass
('Body grass)
Nobody better not be with you
That's somebody's as* (Yeah, man what?)
Gang, who? You ain't did sh!t, n!gga
Stop saying names, dude (Dude)
Change who? Get back for that goofy
Foenem changed too (Yeah, yeah, haha)
I'd be mad as hell
We gave the city all them chains too (Chains too)
Everybody points, everybody getting flamed too
(Boaw, boaw, boaw)

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Gang in this b!tch, better not move a muscle, yeah
Chopper bullets rain, I don't like to tussle
Got it out the mud, I respect the hustle, uh
All my dawgs bang, hang with Michael Vick (Yeah)
Money ain't a motherf**king thing
.223s exclusive, b!tch, they go straight to your brain
Yeah, I'm getting money, baby, hustle in the rain
We was shooting on that block
You was shooting in the range