Trippie Redd - RMP

(Yo Pi'erre, yo P'erre)
Smokin' thrax, any day

Richard Millie plain (ooh), Richard Millie plain (whoa)
Woo, Richard Millie plain (yeah, yeah) (whoa)
Richard Millie plain (whoa), Richard Millie plain (whoa)
Yeah, said my Richard Millie plain (yeah)

I ain't worried 'bout a thing (thing)
We tote choppas that we bang (bang)
Fuck nigga want that war, we gon' pull up save the day (save the day)
Fuck nigga want that war, we gon' pull up spray your brain (spray your brain)
I ain't worried 'bout your main, I ain't worried 'bout your bae (bae)
Smokin' on this dope, I'm just high off Mary Jane (Jane)
Smokin' on this dope, yeah, I feel like Johnny Blaze (Johnny Blaze)
Every day a movie to me, uh, Johnny Cage (Cage)
Got this ice around my neck like Johnny Dang

Richard Millie plain (ooh), Richard Millie plain (whoa)
Woo, Richard Millie plain (whoa)
Richard Millie plain (whoa), Richard Millie plain (whoa)
Yeah, said my Richard Millie plain (yeah)

Pussy ass nigga really hatin'
Why that nigga mad? Guess because he got no bacon, uh
He was actin' savage, man, that nigga hella fakin', uh
Yeah, they really mad in the hood, I'm dominatin'
Turned into the dominatrix
Shoot this chopper both ways, nigga, then I hit the Matrix (bah)
That nigga chasin' his bitch like the movie fucking Taken
Me and my niggas real Freddy Krueger but this mask got me like Jason
And my Richard Millie plain (plain), see the look on all they faces

Richard Millie plain (ooh), Richard Millie plain (whoa)
Woo, Richard Millie plain (whoa)
Richard Millie plain (whoa), Richard Millie plain (whoa)
Yeah, said my Richard Millie plain (yeah)

Written by:
Jordan Timothy Jenks, Michael Lamar White

Publisher:
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.

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