Trippie Redd – “MP5” (ft. SoFaygo) [Audio, Lyrics, Video]

Trippie Redd premieres the visual for the SoFaygo-featured “MP5” song produced by Star Boy. Get the song and read the lyrics.

Trippie Redd Mp5

Trippie Redd – MP5 (ft. SoFaygo) (prod. Star Boy)

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Lyrics

[Intro: Trippie Redd]
I’m too far gone (Ah)
Yeah

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Hop out a GT3 with an MP5 (Bah)
Yeah, I got ice like Alaska, jet to Dubai (On gang, yeah)
Had to spread my wings to teach ’em all how to fly (Yeah)
Yeah, you niggas square, divide ’em by pi
Yeah, rolling ’round, three GMC’s, ’bout to be a drive-by (Brrah)
Your lil’ homie know what’s up with me, talk down, you gon’ die (You gon’ die)
Keep that forty on my lap, I spent like twenty-four on my Rollie (Woo)
When you see me out in LA, just know I’m balling like Kobe (Woo)

[Verse 1: Trippie Redd]
I’ve been number one, bitch, don’t need no trophy
Know we crackheads, pass me the rock and I’ll be balling like Kobe
Rolling down the 101, not no Zoey
I stay stacking with my twin for thе win, Zack & Cody
You niggas be hating, Mister Moseby (Mistеr Moseby ass nigga)
Stackin’ it up on lowkey
Stay stackin’ up (Stack), rackin’ up, triple OG (Woo)
Fuck stress, stay blessed (Yeah), get away from the phony (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Hop out a GT3 with an MP5 (Bah)
Yeah, I got ice like Alaska, jet to Dubai (On gang, yeah)
Had to spread my wings to teach ’em all how to fly (Yeah)
Yeah, you niggas square, divide ’em by pi
Yeah, rolling ’round, three GMC’s, ’bout to be a drive-by (Brrah)
Your lil’ homie know what’s up with me, talk down, you gon’ die (You gon’ die)
Keep that forty on my lap, I spent like twenty-four on my Rollie (Woo)
When you see me out in LA, just know I’m balling like Kobe (Woo)

[Verse 2: SoFaygo]
(Go, yeah)
Light that shit up (Go)
Walk in the spot, I’ma pipe that shit up (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, them niggas hating my swag, them niggas so bitter (Yeah)
I thought I told them lil’ niggas I’m hard hitter (Taking that shit to the heart)
Yeah, I thought I told you lil’ niggas I’m go getter (Tell them lil’ niggas, on God)
Pressure don’t matter, like how could you fold, nigga? (How could you, bitch? Oh my God)
Yeah, how could you let the hate sit in your soul, nigga? (How could that sit in your soul?)
Yeah, shorty a demon, a real soul switcher (Oh my God, how did you know?)
Young nigga stepping on toes (Go)
Handle that shit like you grown (Go)
Doing this shit on my lone
Ayy, I got that bag by my own (Woah)
Fuck it, I’m in the zone
Ghost, like, nigga, I’m gone (Skrrt, skrrt)
Hop in that Ghost, I’m ghost, I’m gone

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Hop out a GT3 with an MP5 (Bah)
Yeah, I got ice like Alaska, jet to Dubai (On gang, yeah)
Had to spread my wings to teach ’em all how to fly (Yeah)
Yeah, you niggas square, divide ’em by pi
Yeah, rolling ’round, three GMC’s, ’bout to be a drive-by (Brrah)
Your lil’ homie know what’s up with me, talk down, you gon’ die (You gon’ die)
Keep that forty on my lap, I spent like twenty-four on my Rollie (Woo)
When you see me out in LA, just know I’m balling like Kobe (Woo)