50 lyrics

[Intro: Trippie Redd, BigSmokeChapo, and Both]
Ayy (Ha), ayy (Ha)
Ayy (Ha), ayy, shut the f*ck up (Bosley)
Frontline, yeah, 50
b*tch, gang (Brrt), gang (Brrt), huh, slime (Brrt)
Gang (Bah, bah, bah)
BigSmoke f*ckin' Chapo, n*gga (Yeah)

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Posted at the hideout, yo' b*tch at the tryout
I got nun' to lie 'bout, you want smoke, then ride out
50 goons slide out, that's something to cry 'bout
We was always on that block (Block), posted with that fire out (Fah)
Talkin' out the side and then that's what them boys gon' die 'bout (Brr)
F.N., not no .9 now, you want smoke? Then try it out
Don't got time to fight it out, hunnid bands (Rrr, rrr)
Smokin' 50 strands (Rrr, rrr), in that Lamb' truck

[Verse 1: Trippie Redd]
I'ma big dog
Every day, I'm gettin' this green, why the hell would I f*ck with y'all?
I ain't worried 'bout yo' pus*y ass, n*gga, man, f*ck it, we ball
I've been stacking up these green since a kid, lil' n*gga, we tall
I was that dark spot in that room, lil' b*tch, big dog

[Verse 2: BigSmokeChapo]
Yeah, b*tch, all my Glock got MOS sight (MOS)
I'm with gang, we totin' that heat (That hеat), [?] get bright then we gon' creep
Shootin' that choppеr the go get geeked (Get geeked), uppin' that stick, one in the head
Ride with that b*tch, that b*tch on me (On me), right in that car right in that bed
Totin' some sh*t, I might go fed (Fed), I came up from sellin' them meds
Wearin' ALYX, it's on my leg, 30 on my gun, look like a leg
Put a 50 in that brand new stick, play with gang, bet your ass get dipped
All my young shooters doin' them hits, we sellin' that za' and we sellin' that fish (That fish)
[?] that b*tch with my face (My face), yeah, they know I drip
Free my twin, he fightin' a case, 'cause he let that sh*t rip (Fah-fah)
Let that sh*t bang, he ain't gang, he ain't got a glick (On gang)
Aim at his brain, I snuck the drac', yeah, in the V.I.P., b*tch (Haha), snake
[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
(50)
Posted at the hideout, yo' b*tch at the tryout
I got nun' to lie 'bout, you want smoke, then ride out
50 goons slide out, that's something to cry 'bout
We was always on that block (Block), posted with that fire out (Fah)
Talkin' out the side and then that's what them boys gon' die 'bout (Brr)
F.N., not no .9 now, you want smoke? Then try it out
Don't got time to fight it out, hunnid bands (Rrr, rrr)
Smokin' 50 strands (Rrr, rrr), in that Lamb' truck