Kid Buu - Exotic lyrics

{Intro: Trippie Redd} Jackwiththemac (Yeah) Yeah, yeah (Huh?) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, uh {Chorus: Trippie Redd} Real exotic pimping (Pimping) Every b*tch look different (Different) Run up all them digits (Digits) Yeah, you know my tolerance is different (No) ni**a, why you trippin' (Trippin', yeah) b*tch, I get to flickin' (Flick, bow) {Verse 1: Trippie Redd} Ayy, rolling with the gang, gang, gang (Gang) Talk down b*tch, we gon' hit you with that flame (Flame) We gon' torch your ass b*tch, we gon' shoot you with that thang (Thang) Bang, bang, bang, blow a ni**a brain (Buh) Talking down on gang, pussy ni**a, snatch your chain (Snatch it) fu*k you and what you claim, ni**a you's a lame (Lame) In this Lambo, switching lanes (Skrrt) Took your b*tch to Raising Cane's (Cane's) She get wet whеn I say her name (Haha) Took that b*tch home straight to changе (Yeah) Play with killers from the main (Yeah) 800 gang, 1400 gang (Yeah), ni**a, what you bang? (Bang) You's a weak link (Yeah), b*tch, I'm Great Dane (Dane) And I can't be tamed (Yeah), shooters say no names, yeah (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom) {Pre-Chorus: Trippie Redd} Ha, hold up, wait Yeah, yeah, wait Nah, yeah, yeah Haha, huh, yeah {Chorus: Trippie Redd} Real exotic pimping (Pimping) Every b*tch look different (Ugh uh, different) Run up all them digits (Digits) Yeah, you know my tolerance is different (No, hello, yeah) ni**a, why you trippin' (Trippin') b*tch I get to flickin' (Flick, bow) {Verse 2: Kid Buu} You see me big exotic pimpin' (Woah) Reason why you're trippin' (Yeah) All this goddamn water on me reason why I'm drippin' (Drippin') With all my LV luggage only time you see me trippin' Flawless diamonds on my rollie make it hard to see time tickin' Pockets thick just like her body (Woah) Pull up, now my whip's exotic (Skrrt, ooh) Straps all black, my shooters {?} Talk about racks, my ni**as they got it Feelin' like Rich with all this new freezer, uh (Yeah) Got me shakin' like seizure, damn (Woah) Won't take your b*tch, don't need her (Woah) She give me top in a two-seater, uh Real exotic pimping (Yeah) Every b*tch look different (Woah) Run up all them digits (Huh) Yeah, new designer, b*tch, I'm drippin' (Yeah) Exotic cars I'm whippin' (Skrrt) You know my diamonds really drippin' (Yeah) Rick Owens on my linen (Ooh) Damn, my life is really different since I'm focused on them digits Countin' money, b*tch, I'm different, yeah Money, b*tch, I'm different, huh These ni**as hate the way I'm livin' (Yeah) {Chorus: Trippie Redd} Real exotic pimping (Pimping) Every b*tch look different (Ugh uh, different) Run up all them digits (Digits) Yeah, you know my tolerance is different (No, hello, yeah) ni**a, why you trippin' (Trippin') b*tch I get to flickin' (Flick, bow)