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Trippie Redd – Death Lyrics

Death By Trippie Redd ft. DaBaby

(Get up mothe.. get up mothe… get up mothe… get, get, get
Push up mothe.. Push up mothe.. Push up mothe.. Push up mothe..)

You dig? (Get up motherfucer)
You gon’ die (push up motherfucker)
You gon’ die (Get up motherfucer)
You gon’ die (push up motherfucker)

Yeah, uh, what that mean? (Get up motherfucer)
Yeah, what that mean? (Get up motherfucer)
I’m outside, pop out gang with the team bitch, uh
What that mean? (push up motherfucker)
We all lit, that’s on gang, that’s on me, bitch, uh
Yeah, huh, murder, murder, slatt (Yeah)
Choppa big, it blow you back (Yeah)
Hanging with them slatts (Yeah), pussy nigga, we tote gats (Yeah, yeah)
Nigga, you get whacked (Gang), that’s on gang and that’s all facts, uh (Yeah, yeah)

We shoot .223’s (Bah), we’ll take your life (Gang)
Me, I’m with the gang, you know we gon’ slide
We all with them B’s, all up in the hive
You talk down on me, nigga, you gon’ die
We a different kind, and we be on different time
Rocking Number (N)ine jeans, and I be so fly
We from different sides, pussy, I’ma up that fire
Talking all that tough shit on the gang
Pussy bitch, and you gon’ die

Yeah, huh, you gon’ die
Yeah, nigga, you gon’ die
Huh, you gon’ die

Yeah, uh, what that mean?
Yeah, what that mean?
I’m outside, pop out gang with the team bitch, uh
What that mean?
We all lit, that’s on gang, that’s on me, bitch, uh
Yeah, huh, murder, murder, slatt (Yeah)
Choppa big, it blow you back (Yeah)
Hanging with them slatts (Yeah), pussy nigga, we tote gats (Yeah, yeah)
Nigga, you get whacked (Gang), that’s on gang and that’s all facts, uh (Yeah, yeah)

Let’s go, let’s go
Have you ever seen a nigga die? (Yeah)
When I did, went home and smoked a blunt
No, a nigga didn’t cry (Let’s go)
Don’t fuck with niggas on different side
These niggas be switchin’ sides (And I)
In a whip with a nigga bitch inside, finna give my dick a ride
Only nigga that be talking ’bout gang shit be on lame shit, ain’t never bang shit
Look at a pic right now and the pic back then
It’s not the same pic, I’m with the same clique
I’m with Trippie Redd (Yeah)
Oh, you with a bitch, he scared (Ha)
A lot of niggas like to play with they life
The last nigga who played with my clique, he dead
I had to

Yeah, huh, you gon’ die
Yeah, nigga, you gon’ die
Huh, you gon’ die

Yeah, uh, what that mean?
Yeah, what that mean?
I’m outside, pop out gang with the team bitch, uh
What that mean?
We all lit, that’s on gang, that’s on me, bitch, uh
Yeah, huh, murder, murder, slatt (Yeah)
Choppa big, it blow you back (Yeah)
Hanging with them slatts (Yeah), pussy nigga, we tote gats (Yeah, yeah)
Nigga, you get whacked (Gang), that’s on gang and that’s all facts, uh (Yeah, yeah)