Azalea lyrics

[Intro: Trippie Redd]
Jackwiththemac
(Yeah)
Yeah, yeah (Huh?)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, uh

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Real exotic pimping (Pimping)
Every b*tch look different (Different)
Run up all them digits (Digits)
Yeah, you know my tolerance is different (No)
n*gga, why you trippin' (Trippin', yeah)
b*tch, I get to flickin' (Flick, bow)

[Verse 1: Trippie Redd]
Ayy, rolling with the gang, gang, gang (Gang)
Talk down b*tch, we gon' hit you with that flame (Flame)
We gon' torch your ass b*tch, we gon' shoot you with that thang (Thang)
Bang, bang, bang, blow a n*gga brain (Buh)
Talking down on gang, pus*y n*gga, snatch your chain (Snatch it)
f*ck you and what you claim, n*gga you's a lame (Lame)
In this Lambo, switching lanes (Skrrt)
Took your b*tch to Raising Cane's (Cane's)
She get wet whеn I say her name (Haha)
Took that b*tch home straight to changе (Yeah)
Play with killers from the main (Yeah)
800 gang, 1400 gang (Yeah), n*gga, what you bang? (Bang)
You's a weak link (Yeah), b*tch, I'm Great Dane (Dane)
And I can't be tamed (Yeah), shooters say no names, yeah
(Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
[Pre-Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Ha, hold up, wait
Yeah, yeah, wait
Nah, yeah, yeah
Haha, huh, yeah

[Chorus: Trippie Redd & Playboi Carti]
Real exotic pimping (Pimping)
Every b*tch look different (ugh uh, Different, hello)
Run up all them digits (Digits, yeah, hello)
Yeah, you know my tolerance is different (No, hello, yeah)
n*gga, why you trippin' (Trippin', yeah, uh)
b*tch I get to flickin' (Flick, bow, huh, yeah)

[Verse 2: Playboi Carti]
Yeah, and I really f*ck these hoes (f*ck these hoes)
Young n*gga got a lot of hoes, uh, lot of hoes (Ooh, yeah)
IG hoes, Twitter hoes (uh, twitter hoes)
Snapchat, n*gga got lots of hoes (Hello, slime)
n*gga off that lean, hol' up
n*gga like to pop beans, hol' up
n*ggas tryna sound like me, hol' up
Why you tryna be like me? Hol' on
Used to rock Hermes, hol' up
n*ggas don't know 'bout that (Okay)
And I bought a bag (Bag)
Hermes all on that (Yeah)
[Verse 3: Vrl Records]
Now I'm Passion (Oh)
Now I seem legal? (Huh)
You Know bae you (Okay?)
You hoe f*cking hole! (Yeah)
Sun I've go are you (Dig?)
Baby I'm Passion now, You naughty ''You f*cking egg'' (Efe!)
Wanna be Efe Records! Now you know Moon boots
You racks all! (Rose!)
Yeah! Okay Shawty İn my Rose! (Yeah!)
f*ckin long out liar (yeah!)

[Pre-Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Ha, hold up, wait
Yeah, yeah
Nah, yeah, yeah (You know?)
Haha, huh, yeah

[Chorus: Trippie Redd & Playboi Carti]
Real exotic pimping (Pimping)
Every b*tch look different (Different)
Run up all them digits (Digits, yeah)
Yeah, you know my tolerance is different (No, hello)
n*gga, why you trippin' (Trippin', yeah)
b*tch I get to flickin (Flick, bow, huh)
Real exotic pimping (Pimping, Pimping)
Every b*tch look different (Different, yeah)
Run up all them digits (Digits)
Yeah, you know my tolerance is different (Nah)
n*gga, why you trippin' (Why?, Yeah)
b*tch I get to flickin (Yeah, flick flick, bow)