Trippie Redd - HIGH HOPES Lyrics

Lyrics HIGH HOPES - Trippie Redd feat. BIG30



(The manager)
Big 14, know what the f- goin' on
(DJ on the beat, so it's a banger)
Yeah
I was just broke (broke)
I was just outside with that fire, I was just slidin' (slide)
Feds outside the trap house, I was outside high on a boat (yeah)
I don't get drunk, only sip drank, told a b-, "Ride the boat (ride)
But, b-, don't get no high hopes" (high)
I done sold a couple keys
LeBron, I got a couple rings (rings)
Big chops, a couple beams (beams)
We gon' hit 'em with the gleam
Chrome Heart cutlery (yeah)
He a rat, he like cheese (cheese)
He done told a couple things (yeah)
It was like a spelling bee
Yeah, uh, fresh as hell, don't give a f-
His partner died, go cheer him up
You know I'm fried like chicken, huh
Off this Xan', ain't gettin' up
Off ecstasy, might lift her up (yeah)
Off this Percocet, might d- her down
Take a sip and drown (yeah)
And I got that cannon in the cut if it's on
Impressed by my own work (own work)
Yeah, I did my homework (homework)
Yeah, you know your phone work (phone work)
Give your dog a bone
You know how that dog work (dog work)
You know how that dog work (dog work)
Pet
Yeah
Yeah
Pull up in that Trackhawk, have that b- like
N- wanna play, want smoke, we like (f-)
Yeah, I pulled up with the chop, it go (f-)
I was just broke (broke)
I was just outside with that fire, I was just slidin' (slide)
Feds outside the trap house, I was outside high on a boat (yeah)
I don't get drunk, only sip drank, told a b-, "Ride the boat" (ride)
But, b-, don't get no high hopes" (high)
I done sold a couple keys
LeBron, I got a couple rings (rings)
Big chops, a couple beams (beams)
We gon' hit 'em with the gleam
Chrome Heart cutlery (yeah, Chrome)
He a rat, he like cheese
He done told a couple things (to the dome)
It was like a spelling bee (ayy, b-)
I'm a don in a Dawn (in a Dawn)
In the Dawn with a gun (with a gun)
Three hundred K on this watch (300 bun)
But it's my big brother Sean (Kingston)
N- ain't takin' sh- from me
Gotta cut off my arm (cut off my arm)
1911, boy
Better run when I pull back my thumb
I want blood, p- boy (I want blood)
Boy, I want blood, p- (I want blood)
I need ten bodies for my n-
And that's on cuz, p- (I want blood)
MPD know how I move, keep killers and drugs with me
Don't call me twin if you ain't thug or send no slug with me
Hit the club throwin' 50s (yeah)
Drippin', got h- showin' titties (yeah, yeah)
My entourage get paid for steppin' on sh-
Blowin' switches (blowin' switches)
Never ask where we goin'
Just come on if you goin' with me (goin' with me)
Every time I slide, I show my ass
Do a free show in Memphis (show in Memphis)
I was just broke (broke)
I was just outside with that fire, I was just slidin' (slide)
Feds outside the trap house, I was outside high on a boat (yeah)
I don't get drunk, only sip drank, told a b-, "Ride the boat (ride)
But, b-, don't get no high hopes" (high)
I done sold a couple keys
LeBron, I got a couple rings (rings)
Big chops, a couple beams (beams)
We gon' hit 'em with the gleam
Chrome Heart cutlery (yeah)
He a rat, he like cheese (cheese)
He done told a couple things
It was like a spelling bee



Writer(s): Igor Mamet, Peter Jideonwo, Darrel Jackson, Rodney Lamont Jr. Wright, Michael Lamar White Ii


Trippie Redd - MANSION MUSIK
Album MANSION MUSIK
date of release
20-01-2023



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