RARA

[Intro: Trippie Redd & EKT 40]

Rico ain't showin' nobody love

Whoa

1400, 800

(Yeah, Woah)

Big 18 shit nigga

You ain't nothin'

(Big 14, bitch, 18, bitch)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Haha, gang, gang (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]

All that ra ra shit (Ra ra)

Talkin' brazy, but ain't 'bout that (Yeah yeah)

He was talkin' brazy out his mouth, and got his mouth smacked (Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah)

He was talkin' brazy out his house, and got his house smacked (Bah, bah, yeah)

He was talkin' brazy for the clout, and got his life snatched (Ah)

[Post-Chorus: Trippie Redd]

Yeah, yeah, yeah (Yee), he dead (Dead)

Yeah, yeah (Woo), nigga, you dead (Dead)

[Verse 1: Trippie Redd]

Runnin' from the feds, bad bitch give me head, big ass bread

She do what I say (Woo), she ride dick like sled

She my slatt, she ride with the set

I like flexing, diamonds on my neck

Bluewater baguettes (Yeah) on my Patek, nigga, yeah it's [?]

Draco, SK, HK, AK (Ha ha ha)

RPK, I spray-spray

Blow a nigga damn brain, bah (Ha)

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]

All that ra ra shit (Ra ra)

Talkin' brazy, but ain't 'bout that (Yeah yeah)

He was talkin' brazy out his mouth, and got his mouth smacked (Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah)

He was talkin' brazy out his house, and got his house smacked (Bah, bah, yeah)

He was talkin' brazy for the clout, and got his life snatched (Ah)

[Post-Chorus: Trippie Redd & EKT 40]

Yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah), yeah (Huh, yee), he dead (Huh, dead, grrt)

Yeah (Huh, dead), yeah (Huh, dead, woo), nigga (Grrt), you dead (Dead)

[Verse 2: EKT 40 & Trippie Redd]

Nigga you dead

We gon' just go send some shots at your head (Grah)

I bet my shooter gon' come get that bread (Yeah)

Bitch, you gon' die for the shit that you said, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Her nigga made a diss and he almost died

Damn, shot up his ride

Heard some young niggas came, pull up right up on the side

Damn, hit 'em with the fire (Bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah)

Look at my teeth, bitch, you know that they shinin', ho (Yeah, yeah)

I had the Rollie on, just got the Audemar (Yeah)

I swear, we catchin' 'em out, we gon' kill em' all (Huh)

I got two killers with me, they don't get along (Grrt)

Nigga was tweetin' for the fame, can't post now (Huh)

Nigga gon' reach for my chain, he a ghost now (He a ghost)

Then he got hit with the flame, that's a .45 (They don't know)

He thought that I was a lame, now he know now (Yeah)

I don't know what the fuck that lil' nigga was thinkin' (Huh)

I swear he gotta be brainless (Huh)

I started rapping and niggas forgot I was dangerous (Huh, huh, gang)

Now he gon' leave that shit stankin' (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]

All that ra ra shit (Ra ra)

Talkin' brazy, but ain't 'bout that (Yeah yeah)

He was talkin' brazy out his mouth, and got his mouth smacked (Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah)

He was talkin' brazy out his house, and got his house smacked (Bah, bah, yeah)

He was talkin' brazy for the clout, and got his life snatched (Ah)

[Post-Chorus: Trippie Redd]

Yeah, yeah, yeah (Yee), he dead (Dead)

Yeah, yeah (Woo), nigga, you dead (Dead)