Trippie Redd, Yung Bans – Exotic (Original)
Genre Rap

LYRIC
Exotic (Original)

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IntroTrippie Redd

[Yeah] Yeah
Yeah, yeah [Yeah
Yeah [Yeah], yeah [Yeah
Yeah, yeah, uh, ayy

ChorusTrippie Redd

Real exotic pimpin' [Pimpin’, uh
Every bitch look different [Different, uh
Run up all them digits [Digits, uh
Yeah, you know my tolerance is different [Different, nah
Nigga, why you trippin'? [Trippin', yeah
Bitch I get to flickin’ [Flickin', bow]

Verse 1Trippie Redd

Ayy, rolling with the gang-gang-gang
Talk down bitch, we gon' hit you with that flame
We gon' torch your ass bitch, we gon' shoot you with that thang
Bang-bang-bang, blow a nigga brains
Talking down on gang, pussy nigga, snatch your chain
Fuck you and what you claim, nigga you's a lame
In this Lambo, switching lanes
Took your bitch to Raising Cane's
She get wet when I say her name
Took that bitch home straight to change
Play with killers from the main
800 gang, 1400 gang
Nigga, what you bang?
You's a weak link
Bitch, I’m Great Dane
And I can’t be tamed
Shooters say no names

Before chorusTrippie Redd

Yeah, hold up, wait
Yeah, yeah, no, yeah
Yeah, yeah, uh

ChorusTrippie Redd

Real exotic pimpin' [Pimpin’, uh
Every bitch look different [Different, uh
Run up all them digits [Digits, uh
Yeah, you know my tolerance is different [Different, nah
Nigga, why you trippin'? [Trippin', yeah
Bitch I get to flickin' [Flickin’, bow]

Verse 2Yung Bans

Ridin' with that blicky
Strapped up Jimmy
Give her D, no Mickey
Pullin' on a Remy
Suck on this dick, don't kiss
I'm on drugs, ain't got no limit
In the street, this shit get wicked, yeah
Ayy, wicked, wicked, wicked, we don't do it for an image
Fuck around with the gang, get 'em gone, get 'em finished
I ain't sleepin' with the fishes, I send her to the clinic
Bro, don't worry 'bout that action, they don't even wanna scrimmage
Yeah, yeah

ChorusTrippie Redd

Real exotic pimpin' [Pimpin', uh
Every bitch look different [Different, uh
Run up all them digits [Digits, uh
Yeah, you know my tolerance is different [Different, nah
Nigga, why you trippin'? [Trippin', yeah
Bitch I get to flickin' [Flickin', bow]

Verse 3A1Billionaire

I love Trippie Redd
Adios
Chopper hit your face, take off your nose
I don't know, yeah
Fuckin' with this bitch across the globe [Yeah, yeah
If she fuckin' with my pimpin'
Watch this chopper get to spittin'
Du-du-du, now you a victim
We got guns like Red Redemption
Had that weight and I was
Bitch, I'm ballin' in your district
Turn your block to a bar mitzvah
These niggas funny, no more Simpsons
And that bitch thought you were Griffin
Niggas talkin' 'bout they block until we pull up and we off 'em
option in space on autopilot
Don't want your bitch 'cause she got mileage
She give brain, like, what is college?
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