[Hook/Chorus – Trippie Redd]
We need some people that'll k** for us
We need some people that'll die for us
We need some b-----s that's gone ride for us
Because this s--t is so dangerous
This life I'm living, so dangerous
The people around me, so dangerous
The d** around me, so dangerous
This money on me, so dangerous
[Verse 1 – Rocket Da Goon]
This life I chose this s--t get dangerous
I'm doing so much d** I know this s--t get dangerous
I'm hanging with the dope boys, you can't hang with us
When I'm going through some things baby fill up my cup
Please just leave me alone, I want to be in my zone
In the studio late night, I don't even pick up my phone
Pulling up to the crib, paranoid one in the dome
Spinning the block two times, make sure you don't follow me home
Politicking on a ticket me and my n----s trying to get it
He said he want a chicken, I told him don't think about it, my n---a just get it
Whatever you with, I'm with it, you already know that
I'm with the big homie's right now and they trying to dress like Kodak
I'm sipping on lean, I'm floating
I pop me a Percocet I get in my emotions
You don't know where I been or where I'm going
I'm on Pluto right now, I'm focused
[Hook/Chorus – Trippie Redd]
We need some people that'll k** for us
We need some people that'll die for us
We need some b-----s that's gone ride for us
Because this s--t is so dangerous
This life I'm living, so dangerous
The people around me, so dangerous
The d** around me, so dangerous
This money on me, so dangerous
[Verse 2 – Chris King]
They don't know I'm strange enough too play with guns
The thing was, when cops come put your bangers up
Your favorite model paid to f--k, you're rolling on they lacing yours with angel dust
Spray em up you say too much
Graveyard shifted a n---a he late too much
Pull a pin from a hand grenade and feed it to him looking like he ate too much, God d--n
Slime bucket on your snotty nose
Quick kick left his body froze
Seventeen inside the boot
Like my n---a's off of Holly Grove
F--k my blunt, I never got it rolled
You walking lick and you a pot of gold
I be sipping on lean till my body fall
F-----g with rock is my hobby though
Put your body where nobody knows
You owing me, (?)
Come out you f--k boy, what you hiding for
Your funeral, soon (?)
She give me good head like a honor roll
And I got some good weed that Imma' roll
I am a king you should honor most
Stick to the script they didn't get a code
Sipping on Wock but you know we don't run out of Tech
Rocking Air Force 1's while gripping the Tec, that's a Nike Tec
Phoneline tapped, feds love to intercept
Hanging with the real right, get hit with the left
If you come to disrespect
[Hook/Chorus – Trippie Redd]
We need some people that'll k** for us
We need some people that'll die for us
We need some b-----s that's gone ride for us
Because this s--t is so dangerous
This life I'm living, so dangerous
The people around me, so dangerous
The d** around me, so dangerous
This money on me, so dangerous