HIDEOUT lyrics

[Intro]
(Loesoe goin' crazy)
(Sil on the beat too)

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Yeah, expansions in the mansion, that's my hideout
f*ck the b*tch, she kiss and tell, I gave her timeout
Out here gettin' paper, b*tch, I'm on the grind now
Hella F&Ns and drums when we slide out
Foenem brazy, just got home, they wanna ride out
Make you meet your maker, f*ck your soul, we take it

[Verse 1: Trippie Redd]
Woke up in the mornin', b*tches makin' eggs and bacon
Makin' multi-millions while you n*ggas makin' statements
Makin' love to your b*tch and makin' what you can't make
n*ggas love talkin' sh*t until they cannot talk no more
I got love in the city, but I cannot love a ho
Out the country and sh*t with a bad lil' model ho
Rockin' red like I'm Santa, red and black carbon, red bandana
Infrared beam in a red 'Rari, took the red eye from a red carpet
f*ck a red bone with a red heart, took the red pill, now I'm heartless
Mr. Redd don't give a f*ck, you know that n*gga came from darkness
Mr. Redd don't give a f*ck, that boy'll turn you to a carcass
Is you actin' tough with me? Lil' b*tch, is you retarded?
Pussies reachin' for the top the most will hit the ground the hardest
She wanna suck my sword because she say that I'm the sharpest
I'm the dark knight, b*tch, in some bright ice, b*tch
This a gang, not a clique, fully auto with that switch
[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Yeah, expansions in the mansion, that's my hideout
f*ck the b*tch, she kiss and tell, I gave her timeout
Out here gettin' paper, b*tch, I'm on the grind now
Hella F&Ns and drums when we slide out
Foenem brazy, just got home, they wanna ride out
Make you meet your maker, f*ck your soul, we take it

[Verse 2: Fijimacintosh]
Catch an opp and turn 'em to bacon, as-salamu alaykum
It's a game of elimination, tell me what side you gon' pick
Jigsaw a n*gga, catch a pig, cut him limb from limb
I just smoked a blunt of Runtz and landed on a f*ckin' blimp (Yeah)
Only blue hundreds in my left pocket, n*gga, I ain't bangin' Crip
My young n*gga ready to catch a stain and he'll do it anywhere
That lil' petty sh*t you makin', we'll throw it in the air
I bought my b*tch new Chane-ne, she'll f*ck me anywhere (sh*t, goddamn)
My b*tch boujee, look at my fingernails before I put 'em in her (Yeah)
Why the f*ck this n*gga mad at me? His b*tch under my picture
I could really post the sh*t, it make you mad and make you bicker
I got a bag and it's way bigger
I'm on they ass, I know they can feel it
Balenci' boots and Rick the denim
Lord, forgive me, I know I'm a sinner
Fashion killer, codeine sipper
b*tches beggin' to take down my zipper
pus*y good, I might just tip her, yeah
I don't smoke no Swisher Sweet, b*tch, I'm rollin' RAW Organic
Walk around the mansion with my chopper, I won't never panic (Ayy)
[Chorus: Trippie Redd & Fijimacintosh]
Yeah, expansions in the mansion, that's my hideout (Ayy)
f*ck the b*tch, she kiss and tell, I gave her timeout
Out here gettin' paper, b*tch, I'm on the grind now (Oh, okay)
Hella F&Ns and drums when we slide out
Foenem brazy, just got home, they wanna ride out
Make you meet your maker, f*ck your soul, we take it