[Intro: Trippie Redd]

Ooh, ayy

14, 14, 14, babe yeah

[Verse 1: Trippie Redd}

In rack city counting up a four

I was trapping, getting it by my 'lone

Rocket got them pints for the low

Chris got the rocket, he gon' blow

Murder what she wrote

We came through and took her soul

She want that ****** then she get boned

Rack city blowing ******, ******

She off the molly and the coke, ******

You wan' touch then you get poked, ******

Run my hood like the pope pope, ******

[Verse 2: FOREVER ANTi PoP]

They thought I was dead but I'm still alive

I just needed time to relax ******

I just needed time, now I'm back ******

The money coming faster than it ever did

Please play this at my funeral

If I die tomorrow tell my mama that I'm sorry for the life I chose

But this the life I chose

Mama I'm sorry

This is the life for me

Nobody loves me but me

Nobody loves me but me

I ****** my girl last week

Told her get on her knees

Then she sucked on my D

Then that ****** hit the streets, she ain't ******' with me

[Interlude: Trippie Redd & FOREVER ANTi PoP]

No more, no more, no more, no more

No more, no more, no more, no more

[Verse 3: Chris King]

I see more tombstones than the undertaker

And if we ****** now we can't cuddle later

The chopper make roaches scatter, ****** a huddle breaker

This MAC, I aim it at your face, I cannot make up

Brrat, I got the pounds and that ain't from Jamaica

Smoke, this thing I'm shooting ****** up god's creation

Ah, you the best, who am I replacing

Woah, oh that's a vest? well it's your mind I'm aimed at

Scars of love from warfare with automatics

Bullets burn like lava, chopper spitting volcanic

Codeine and percocets, spend a kidney and a liver

Stupid ****** ****** me over, I get it, I still miss her woah

[Outro: Trippie Redd]

In rack city counting up a four

I was trapping, getting it by my '