Peso Peso – Brad Pitt (ft. Trippie Redd) (Audio, Lyrics, Video)

Peso Peso is here with “Brad Pitt” featuring Trippie Redd. Listen, stream, buy, watch the video, read the lyrics, mp3 download the song produced by Pi’erre Bourne.

Peso Peso Brad Pitt

Peso Peso has been known for dropping high-octane bangers and on Friday, he delivered a brand new track alongside Trippie Redd called “Brad Pitt” that will definitely have fans feeling pumped up. This song is actually produced by Pi’erre Bourne, so you know the beat is already on a whole other level.

Trippie Redd gets to kick off the track, where he offers up a laid-back flow before getting into some aggressive bars that lend themself well to a session in the gym. Eventually, Peso Peso comes in with a raspy flow that matches Trippie’s wild energy.

Peso Peso – Brad Pitt (ft. Trippie Redd) (prod. Pi’erre Bourne)

Lyrics

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
I got drip (Drip, drip), stack my chips (Chips, yeah, chips)
Fuck her then dip, she like big dick (Yeah, yeah, gang)
I got cash (Cash), I like getting rich (Rich)
She got lots of ass (Ass), I got hoes, Brad Pitt (Bitch), yeah
Brad Pitt, yeah (Woo), Brad Pitt, yeah (Woo)
Brad Pitt, yeah (Woo), Brad Pitt, yeah (Woo)

[Verse 1: Trippie Redd]
Yeah, diamonds dancing in my chain, diamonds dancing on my wrist (Chain, chain, ha)
Diamonds dancing on my rings (Rings), diamonds dancing on my bitch (Yeah)
Diamonds dancing on my gang (Gang), diamonds dancing in this bitch (Bitch, ha, ha)
Please don’t panic in this bitch (Bitch)
Foenem got cannons in this bitch (Yeah)
Don’t make me blam it in this bitch
Oh man, Goddamn it in this bitch
Afghanistan up in this bitch
Go to war with a friend up in this bitch
Go to war, I ran up in this shit
Go to war, I ran up and I hit (Gang, woo, yeah, you know how we comin’)

[Interlude: Trippie Redd]
1400, TSF, bitch
Gang, shoutout Peso
Gang, shoutout Peso
Gang (Woo, gang)

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
I got drip (Drip, drip), stack my chips (Chips, yeah, chips)
Fuck her then dip, she like big dick (Yeah, yeah, gang)
I got cash (Cash), I like getting rich (Rich)
She got lots of ass (Ass), I got hoes, Brad Pitt (Bitch), yeah
Brad Pitt, yeah (Woo), Brad Pitt, yeah (Woo)
Brad Pitt, yeah (Woo), Brad Pitt, yeah (Woo)

[Verse 2: Peso Peso]
I’m strapped with a K, I got racks in my safe
Niggas love to hate, but got nowhere to stay
He’ll play with the gang, we gon’ kick in his door
I’m in Dolce Gabana walkin’ up a [?]
[?], on the block with a Glock and that bitch is extended (Bang, bah, bah), if a nigga start trippin’
I’m in Neiman Marcus, I was strapped up in Givenchy linen
I just left Bank of America then I went to Chase (Pes’, Pes’, Pes’)
I’ma wack a nigga in style, I’ma do a drive-by in the Range
I’ma make the bitch walk a mile, if she don’t let me fuck or give me face
Niggas on the internet talkin’ too tough
Black sleeve, yeah, when we shot his dudes up
With the gang members like I’m one or two up
Two fingers and a thumb threw’d up (102)

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
I got drip (Drip, drip), stack my chips (Chips, yeah, chips)
Fuck her then dip, she like big dick (Yeah, yeah, gang)
I got cash (Cash), I like getting rich (Rich)
She got lots of ass (Ass), I got hoes, Brad Pitt (Bitch), yeah
Brad Pitt, yeah (Woo), Brad Pitt, yeah (Woo)
Brad Pitt, yeah (Woo), Brad Pitt, yeah (Woo)

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