More songs by Trippie Redd
Description
Producer: Avedon
Unknown: JRich ENT
Engineer: Michael "Rarri" Testa
Mastering Engineer: Mike Bozzi
Mixer: Patrizio Pigliapoco
Producer: Scott Storch
Engineer: Todd Robinson
Vocals: Trippie Redd
Writer: Michael Lamar White II
Composer: Scott Storch
Composer: Vincent J. Van Den Ende
Lyrics and translation
Original
Ooh.
So they think I wanna die, yeah, 'cause my doors are suicide, yeah.
Bet my coffin would be nice, yeah, stuff that bitch up with some ice, yeah.
These people don't want me alive, no. They wanna play games with my life, oh.
The coupe doors are suicide, oh. The coupe doors are suicide, oh, wow!
Said I hope you got my note, bitch.
Ayy, I left it on the suicide door, bitch, yeah. And you left it on the floor, bitch.
Ayy, rule number one, never trust no bitch. Get this green to smoke this green, gotta stay potent.
Pussy nigga talkin' shit, but he ain't know shit. Chicken noodle-ass nigga, man, you boneless, yeah.
I keep my ratchet, boy, you're polish.
Wait, throwin' bands tonight, throwin' bands tonight, shawty throwin' bands tonight. Throwin' bands tonight, ooh.
So they think I wanna die, yeah, 'cause my doors are suicide, yeah.
Bet my coffin would be nice, yeah, stuff that bitch up with some ice, yeah.
These people don't want me alive, no. They wanna play games with my life, oh.
The coupe doors are suicide, oh.
The coupe doors are suicide, oh, wow!