More songs by Trippie Redd
Description
Mastering Engineer: Igor Mamet
Mixer: Igor Mamet
Producer: OZ
Vocals: Trippie Redd
Writer: Michael Lamar White II
Composer: Ozan Yildirim
Lyrics and translation
Original
Uh!
I can't do this anymore, trying not to be ignored.
Put my pedal to the floor, I spread my wings, I let them soar.
Let them soar, let them soar.
I can't do this anymore, yeah. When it rains, it really pours, yeah.
Like an eagle, I'ma soar, yeah. Desert Eagle, let it roar, yeah.
Let it bang, bang! Let it bang, bang!
Let it rang, sang. Let it bang, yeah.
Baby, yes, you're mine. Baby, yes, you're fine. When I'm on the road, do I cross your mind?
When I'm on the road, baby, yes, come ride, yeah.
Let it bang for me, rang for me. She let that shit sang for me, yeah.
She gon' let that shit bang for me, yeah. She gon' let that shit bang for me, yeah.
She gon' let that shit bang for me, yeah. She gon' let that shit bang for me, yeah.
Yeah, let it bang for me, uh. Yeah, let it bang for me, uh.
Yeah, let it bang for me, uh.
Yeah, let it bang for me, uh. Baby, yes, you're mine. Baby, yes, you're fine.
When I'm on the road, do I cross your mind?
When I'm on the road, baby, yes, come ride, yeah. New Chanel walkers when I walk up in the room, uh.
Maison Margiela when I walk up in the room, uh. Bunch of dope smokers when I walk up in the room, uh.
Ice down Motorola when I walk up in the room, uh.
Walk in with my chopper, talking down and boy, you doomed, uh.
Used to want a 'Rari, now I'm rich, I bought a coupe, uh. Now I'm switching lanes and I never keep a roof, uh.
You go and I'll say, "All they do is laugh at you," uh.
Yeah, I gotta get it for my mama and my sisters and my nephews and my nieces, love them all.
Hope you niggas really ready for the fall. When it all comes down, who can you call?
I can't do this anymore, yeah. When it rains, it really pours, yeah.
Like an eagle, I'ma soar, yeah. Desert Eagle, let it roar, yeah.
Let it bang, bang! Let it bang, bang!
Let it rang, sang. Let it bang, yeah. Baby, yes, you're mine.
Baby, yes, you're fine. When I'm on the road, do I cross your mind?
When I'm on the road, baby, yes, come ride, yeah.
Let it bang for me, rang for me. She let that shit sang for me, yeah.
She gon' let that shit bang for me, yeah. She gon' let that shit bang for me, yeah.
She gon' let that shit bang for me, yeah. She gon' let that shit bang for me, yeah.
Yeah, let it bang for me, uh. Yeah, let it bang for me, uh.
Yeah, let it bang for me, uh.
Yeah, let it bang for me, uh. Uh!
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