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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Trippie Redd
Trippie Redd
Vocals
Naddott
Naddott
Programming
Rok
Rok
Programming
Warren Hunter
Warren Hunter
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Andreas Cristian Matura
Andreas Cristian Matura
Composer
Rok Curkovic
Rok Curkovic
Composer
Warren Hunter
Warren Hunter
Composer
Michael Lamar White II
Michael Lamar White II
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Warren Hunter
Warren Hunter
Producer
Igor Mamet
Igor Mamet
Mixing Engineer
Peter Jideonwo
Peter Jideonwo
Executive Producer
Naddott
Naddott
Producer
Rok
Rok
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Take a chill pill
Take a chill pill
Take a chill pill
Take a chill pill
Take a chill pill
Take a chill pill
Take a chill pill
Take a chill pill
[Verse 2]
Bitch, I'm from 800 where we kill, kill
Walked out doing drill, drill
Pop out like a pill, pill
Wake up in the morning spark a blunt and crack a damn seal
We balling, bitch, I break the back board, Shaquille O'Neal
Big chopper turn like Timmy, we got dracos with titties
We got kids running around with semis
That ain't love, that's envy
Big Jurassic in your city
Beamers, Benz and Bentleys
Rolling around G-Wagon
Lean go to my kidneys
Bitch I'm a monster, bitch I'm a goon, how can I lose?
Bitch I'm a winner, diamonds, they dancing on me like the winter
(I got the shells) No master splinter
(I got them bills) Put the blick on my hitter
(Put a cross on my nails) But I won't cross my ****
Big 14, know what the fuck going on
Gang
[Verse 3]
On my gang (Whoa)
On my gang, ****, on my gang, gang
On my, on my gang, on my gang
On my gang, on my gang, yeah
[Verse 4]
With the gang, I'm a rebel, I make treaties with the devil (On my gang)
I'm in space, don't need no shuttle
Don't be scared, don't need no trouble
I just downed this Hennessy, got me seeing double
Counting chips, don't let the cookie crumble
We keep blicks, got that bag and I won't ever fumble
Trippie versus the whole damn gang, it's like a royal rumble
Pussy boy got pushed out the whip, I watched him roll and tumble (Bitch)
Your bitch kissing on my dick, look like she blowing bubbles
You **** Autobots, I'm a damn Gundam
Walk around this bitch, like I'm the pops
Now they mad I sonned them
Summing up the paychecks, I'ma get this cash
Summing up that paycheck, I'ma get that bag
Private flights to Berlin, I got jetlag
**** try to steal my shine and I jet past
And I'm only going up from here
Like a jetpack
Ayo, homie, I rolled up in here, it's that good pack
Good shit, bitch, gang
[Verse 5]
Whoa
Whoa
On my gang
Written by: Andreas Cristian Matura, Michael Lamar White II
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