MP5 (Original) lyrics

[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 gon' die (You gon' 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 ass n*gga)
Stackin' it up on lowkey
Stay stackin' up (Stack), rackin' up, triple OG (Woo)
f*ck 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 gon' die (You gon' 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]
Ballin' like— (Boy)
Boy, you don't know me (Go)
Pull out the racks and then I fold it (Skrt)
Why the ho think that she control me?
I knew it was gon' be like this, they told me (b*tch)
Pink hair on me, f*ck it, man, man, f*ck that sh*t (Skrt)
n*ggas switchin' up on me, gotta cut that sh*t (Yeah)
I don't even really wanna f*ck that b*tch, but her boyfriend mad 'cause she suck my di*k
And I don't even really feel wrong for it, what goes around comes around, around (Around, b*tch)

[Bridge: SoFaygo]
Yeah, haha, haha (Go)
I don't even feel like I'm here (Yeah)
Go, uh

[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 gon' die (You gon' 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)