Strut lyrics

[Intro: Trippie Redd]
(BANG$KOTT, f*ck around, you know he make that beat drop)
Yeah

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Ride with the mob, b*tch, I ride with the villains
You talkin' that sh*t then we gon' do some killin'
And I leave his ass stankin', he smellin' like chitlins
AR to the floor, got the Glock to the ceilin'
My goal is to murder the opps, even children
I pour me a four 'cause I like the lil' feelin'
I jugg all my life, in the pot, I be trippin'
Killed in front of a n*gga, he look at me different

[Verse 1: Trippie Redd]
Money-man, money-man, my palm itchin'
In the kitchen, lil' n*gga, I don't do the dishes
NASCAR in the kitchen, lil' b*tch, I be whippin'
Leave a note on the doorstep, you know that I did it
Name ring no bells, you know that I get it
Don't give a f*ck what you talkin' 'bout, I'm from the trenches
Come from gunfire and split decisions
Murder-man, murder-man, n*gga, you know my lil' mission
Come from Hennessy and Parking Lot Pimpin'
Keep a XD, but this mop different
I'm up on Mars and I'm floatin', lil' b*tch
Ever since a lil' baby, was golden, lil' b*tch
She a zombie like Kino Der Toten, lil' b*tch
Speakin' my heart like a poet, If it's a problem, let me know it, yeah, haha
If you with the sh*t, n*gga, show it, uh, ayy
Timmy Turner, I wish you get killed, lil' n*gga
Cosmo and Wanda my pills, lil' n*gga
With Woah Vicky, pop me a seal, lil' n*gga
Got a Plain Jane Richard Mille, and I ride 'round in the hills
b*tch losin' her mind, don't got head over heels
Fanboy, yo' sh*t Janitor Poopatine
I can hear the sound of the [?]
In the trap with [?]
High as a kite, high just like Buddha be
n*ggas smokin' that Hugabee
Bad lil' b*tch, but she is a bugaboo
Lil' b*tch, quit buggin' me
What is your language? b*tch, I speak Buckanese
She high when she f*ckin' me
She dark when she f*ckin' you, give you the purple thing, yeah
[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Ride with the mob, b*tch, I ride with the villains
You talkin' that sh*t then we gon' do some killin'
And I leave his ass stankin', he smellin' like chitlins
AR to the floor, got the Glock to the ceilin'
My goal is to murder the opps, even children
I pour me a four 'cause I like the lil' feelin'
I jugg all my life, in the pot, I be trippin'
Killed in front of a n*gga, he look at me different

[Verse 2: Lil Yachty]
sh*t, I'm hopin' by nine, n*ggas know what I be on
Text if you need to, I can't wait to show you
Just met a few folks from your hood, they don't know you
No one gave me sh*t so nobody I owe to
I live like the greats, I got gold on my plates
Fine China, it's loaded throughout my estates
What I did to get here shouldn't be spoke on
And day-day-to-day [?], barely see my own sheets
I was up, I was out, n*ggas wasn't outside with me
Can't go out bad so I stay with some fire on me
What I did for my gang, I just know they wouldn't lie to me
But they would lie for me, know I got alibis
We not them other guys, got that lil' b*tch from the back like a kitchen knife
It's a side ho with good pus*y, you not a wife
Maybe I respect you n*ggas, dead in my other life
Been pourin' up since I couldn't even afford it
My b*tch is imported, she think she important
She fly out so much [?] feel like an orphan
Should've been aborted
Nobody supported when I could afford it
Nobody supported when I could barely [?]
Love live is cordless, hop in a Porsche
I got the force, stay with the torch
[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Ride with the mob, b*tch, I ride with the villains
You talkin' that sh*t then we gon' do some killin'
And I leave his ass stankin', he smellin' like chitlins
AR to the floor, got the Glock to the ceilin'
My goal is to murder the opps, even children
I pour me a four 'cause I like the lil' feelin'
I jugg all my life, in the pot, I be trippin'
Killed in front of a n*gga, he look at me different