Trippie Redd - I Kill People Lyrics

[Intro: Tadoe]
Ayy, what’s poppin’?
You know how the f*** we bleed, man
We get money and kill people, man
You hear me, man?
We don’t rap beef, man

We slide, man, we drill people, man
Bomin’ like Obama do and trap for the gunner too, man
I only speak facts and count racks, man, and send packs, man
Let’s get it

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Shawty know I kill people, real people
From the trenches where it’s real lethal, tote real regals
Big body, what’s your build boy? Ill boy
Nigga need to find his chill boy, yeah

Shawty know I kill people, real people
From the trenches where it’s real lethal, tote real regals
Big body, what’s your build boy? Ill boy
Nigga need to find his chill boy

Foenem tweaking, we gon’ show his ass for real boy, yeah
Foenem tweaking, I’ma buss him up, yeah
Foenem tweaking, I’ma buss him up, yeah
Foenem tweaking, I’ma buss him up

[Verse 1: Tadoe]
Tote somethin’ illegal
Hit your block with them guys, hop out, kill people
Got a Glock four-five, and it’s real lethal (let’s get it)
Bitch, you know we fry, we really kill people (bang bang)

Bitch, I’m with the gang, we catch a body gang (gang gang)
Bitch, we gang bang off in the lobby man (bang)
Catch a ni*** lackin’, it’s a hobby man
Pop him in the noggin, leave him sloppy man

Hit your block, we gon’ swerve shit (skrt skrt)
In the trap, I’m posted with the birds, bitch (skrt skrt)
I don’t rap beef, what’s the words, bitch? (huh?)
Niggas sneak dissin’, let me heard (bang bang)

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Shawty know I kill people, real people
From the trenches where it’s real lethal, tote real regals
Big body, what’s your build boy? Ill boy
Nigga need to find his chill boy, yeah

Shawty know I kill people, real people
From the trenches where it’s real lethal, tote real regals
Big body, what’s your build boy? Ill boy
Nigga need to find his chill boy

Foenem tweaking, we gon’ show his ass for real boy, yeah
Foenem tweaking, I’ma buss him up, yeah
Foenem tweaking, I’ma buss him up, yeah
Foenem tweaking, I’ma buss him up

[Verse 2: Chief Keef]
Everyone same side for lil bro, Ice Age all of my clothes
How I ball, you think I went pro, I’m in the hood, Brisco
She show me her thong, Sisqó, she’s high and ready to go
I’m hungrier than a hippo, Aim FN, how I get low

Got a new scope and it got zoom, and I’m in that yoom
Baby, I know you smell that fume
Just get down, you hear that boom
In the back of the ‘Bach, and this bitch got room

Magazine got colored shells, half green, half blue
Smoking on that cook’, someone bring me a pot
All these diamonds, I don’t get hot
Young ni*** really from them blocks

Ayy pu***, here we come, if you ready or not
On probation but I tote Glocks, walk through court, smellin like pot

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Shawty know I kill people, real people
From the trenches where it’s real lethal, tote real regals
Big body, what’s your build boy? Ill boy
Nigga need to find his chill boy, yeah

Shawty know I kill people, real people
From the trenches where it’s real lethal, tote real regals
Big body, what’s your build boy? Ill boy
Nigga need to find his chill boy

Foenem tweaking, we gon’ show his ass for real boy, yeah
Foenem tweaking, I’ma buss him up, yeah
Foenem tweaking, I’ma buss him up, yeah
Foenem tweaking, I’ma buss him up