paroles de chanson HIDEOUT - Trippie Redd , Fiji Macintosh

(Loesoe goin' crazy)
(Sil on the beat too)

Yeah, expansions in the mansion, that's my hideout
Fuck the bitch, she kiss and tell, I gave her timeout
Out here gettin' paper, bitch, 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, fuck your soul, we take it

Woke up in the mornin', bitches makin' eggs and bacon
Makin' multi-millions while you niggas makin' statements
Makin' love to your bitch and makin' what you can't make
Niggas love talkin' shit until they cannot talk no more
I got love in the city, but I cannot love a hoe
Out the country and shit with a bad lil' model hoe

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
Fuck a red bone with a red heart, took the red pill, now I'm heartless
Mr. Redd don't give a fuck, you know that nigga came from darkness
Mr. Redd don't give a fuck, that boy'll turn you to a carcass

Is you actin' tough with me? Lil' bitch, 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, bitch, in some bright ice, bitch
This a gang, not a clique, fully auto with that switch

Yeah, expansions in the mansion, that's my hideout
Fuck the bitch, she kiss and tell, I gave her timeout
Out here gettin' paper, bitch, 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, fuck your soul, we take it

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 nigga, catch a pig, cut him limb from limb
I just smoked a blunt of Runtz and landed on a fuckin' blimp (yeah)
Only blue hundreds in my left pocket, nigga, I ain't bangin' Crip
My young nigga ready to catch a stain and he'll do it anywhere

That lil' petty shit you makin', we'll throw it in the air
I bought my bitch new Chane-ne, she'll fuck me anywhere (shit, goddamn)
My bitch bougie, look at my fingernails before I put 'em in her (yeah)
Why the fuck this nigga mad at me? His bitch under my picture

I could really post the shit, 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

Bitches beggin' to take down my zipper
Pussy good, I might just tip her, yeah
I don't smoke no Swisher Sweet, bitch, I'm rollin' RAW Organic
Walk around the mansion with my chopper, I won't never panic (ayy)

Yeah, expansions in the mansion, that's my hideout (ayy)
Fuck the bitch, she kiss and tell, I gave her timeout
Out here gettin' paper, bitch, 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, fuck your soul, we take it