Trippie Redd – Supernatural

Download another hot new mp3 free audio song by Trippie Redd and this amazing music is titled “Supernatural”.

Actually this amazing music is popped out of his forthcoming album which is titled ‘Trip At Knight’.

 

Listen up below!.

 

Trippie Redd – Supernatural Download

 

Trippie Redd – Supernatural Lyrics

[Part I]

 

[Intro]

(I’m shy, oh my God)

 

[Chorus]

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]

Bitch, I’m from 800 where we kill, kill

Walked out doing drill-drill, pop out like a pill, pill

Wake up in the mornin’, spark a blunt and crack a damn seal

We ball, bitch, I break the backboard, Shaquille O’Neal (Yeah, yeah)

Big chopper turn like Timmy, we got Dracos with titties

We got kids runnin’ ’round with semis, that ain’t love, that’s envy

Big Jurassic in your city, Bimmers, Benz, and Bentleys

Rollin’ ’round, G-Wagen, lean go to my kidneys

Bitch, I’m a monster, bitch, I’m a goon

I cannot lose, bitch, I’m a winner

Diamonds, they dancin’ on mе like the winter

I got thе shells, no Master Splinter

I got them bails, put the blick on my hitter

Put a cross on my nail, but I won’t cross my niggas

 

[Outro]

Big 14, know what the fuck goin’ on, gang

 

[Part II]

 

[Intro]

On my gang (Woah)

On my gang (Nigga)

On my gang (On my), gang

On my gang

On my gang (Woah)

On my gang (Yeah)

On my gang

 

[Verse]

With the gang, I’m a rebel (On my gang)

I made treaties with the devil (Devil)

I’m in space, don’t need no shuttle (Bah)

Don’t be scared, don’t need no trouble (Haha)

I just downed this Hennessy, it got me seeing double (Gang)

Countin’ chips, don’t let the cookie crumble (Woah)

We-we keep blicks, got that bag and I won’t ever fumble

Trippie vers’ the whole damn gang, it’s like a Royal Rumble (Bah, woah)

Pussy boy got pushed out the whip, I watched ’em roll and tumble (Bitch)

Your bitch kissin’ on my dick, look like she blowin’ bubbles (Woah)

Yeah, you niggas Autobots, I’m a damn Gundam

Walk around this bitch like I’m the pops, now they mad I sonned ’em (Woah)

Summin’ up the paychecks, I’ma get this cash (Cash)

Summon up that paycheck, I’ma get that bag (Woah)

Private flights to Berlin, I got jet lag

Niggas try to steal my shine and I jet past

And I’m only goin’ up from here like a jet pack

And your homie all rolled up in here

It’s that good pack (It’s that good shit)

 

[Outro]

Bitch, gang (Woah)

Woah (On my gang)