Supernatural Lyrics – Trippie Redd

[Part I]

[Intro: Trippie Redd]
I'm shy, oh my God

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Take a chill pill, take a chill pill
Take a chill pill, take a chill pill
Take a chill pill, take a chill pill
Take a chill pill, take a chill pill

[Verse: Trippie Redd]
B!tch, I'm from 800 where we kill, kill
Walked out doing drill, drill
Pop out like a pill, pill
Wake up in the morning
Spark a blunt and crack a damn seal
We balling, b!tch, I break the backboard
Shaquille O'Neal (Yeah, yeah)
B!tch, I been turnt like Timmy
We got Dracos with t!tt!es
We got kids running 'round with semis
That ain't love, that's envy
Big Jurassic in your city
Bimmers, Benz, and Bentleys
Rolling 'round, G-Wagon
Lean go to my kidneys
B!tch, I'm a monster
B!tch, I'm a goon
I cannot lose, b!tch, I'm a winner
Diamonds, they dancing on me like thе winter
I got the shells, no Mastеr Splinter
I got them bails, put the bl!ck on my hitter
Put a cross on my nails
But I won't cross my n!ggas

[Bridge: Trippie Redd]
Big 14
Know what the f**k going on, gang

[Part II]

[Intro: Trippie Redd]
On my gang (Woah)
On my gang (N!gga)
On my gang (On my), gang
On my gang
On my gang (Woah)
On my gang (Yeah)
On my gang

[Verse: Trippie Redd]
With the gang, I'm a rebel (On my gang)
I make treaties with the Devil (Devil)
I'm in space, don't need no shuttle (Bah)
Don't be scared, don't need no trouble (Haha)
I just downed this Hennessy
It got me seeing double (Gang)
Counting chips, don't let the cookie crumble (Woah)
We-We keep bl!cks
Got that bag and I won't ever fumble
Trippie vs. the whole damn game
It's like a Royal Rumble (Bah, woah)
Pu**y boy got pushed out the whip
I watched 'em roll and tumble (B!tch)
Your b!tch kissing on my d!ck
Look like she blowing bubbles (Woah)
Yeah, you n!ggas Autobots, I'm a damn Gundam
Walk around this b!tch like I'm the pops
Now they mad I sonned 'em (Woah)
Summing up the paychecks, I'ma get this cash (Cash)
Summon up that paycheck, I'ma get that bag (Woah)
Private flights to Berlin, I got jet lag
N!ggas try to steal my shine and I jet pack
And I'm only going up from here like a jet pack
And your homie all rolled up in here
It's that good pack (It's that good sh!t)

[Outro: Trippie Redd]
B!tch, gang (Woah)
Woah (On my gang)