Beat It - Trippie Redd

Okay, gorilla killer driller, living like a dope dealer

Krispy Kreme moon walking, Michael Jackson, no thriller

Told your girl to beat it, Michael Jackson, no thriller, ayy

Who this hitting my line, for bro I don’t really got time?

But tell that little thottie to beat it, ayy

Tell that little thottie to beat it, tell that little thottie to beat it, ayy

Tell that little thottie to beat it, tell that little bitch to beat it

Tell that little bitch to beat it, ayy

Tell that little bitch to beat it, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

Stack it up, flip it, repeat it

If the hoes really- tell them to beat it

I don’t want your pussy, you can keep it

She sucks on that dick like she teething

Got a chick that fiend over Rihanna

And a chick that fiend over designer

Bitch I fiend from only those commas

Getting money, I hit you with llamas

Yeah, we toting my nigga

Take your bitch, I be puffing my nigga

I don’t play no games with hoes

I just want my bankrolls yeah

Ayy, beat it hoe, beat it, tell that bitch to beat it

I don’t need your presence baby girl just beat it

Ayy, pesos, bankroll

Tell that thottie get, go beat it, get out of my face ho

Ayy, bankroll, ayy, pesos

Ayy, I want all my money get out of my face ho

Pesos, bankroll

Tell that thottie get, go beat it, get out of my face ho

I’ve been chasing money, fuck I gotta chase fame for?

If she don’t fuck the squad, fuck up out a nigga face, ho

Fuck what you gotta say ho

I’m just tryna get a peso

Baby I just need a bankroll

Baby girl I need a bankroll

Tell that little bitch to go beat it

Like she let me hit it from all angles

I’ve been flexing on lil' shawty like a wrestler

Baby talking Kurt angle

Perfect living, perfect whip, foreign whipping

Hell yeah, add it up, east sushi, like its chicken.

(Hey)

What a gift, what a vision, what a living (Hey)

Got the Rari, got the Lambo, fuck the Civic (Okay)

Okay, gorilla killer driller, living like a dope dealer

Krispy Kreme moon walking, Michael Jackson, no thriller

Told your girl to beat it, Michael Jackson, no thriller, ayy

Who this hitting my line, for bro I don’t really got time?

Perfect living, perfect whip, foreign whipping

Hell yeah, add it up, east sushi, like its chicken.

(Hey)

What a gift, what a vision, what a living (Hey)

Got the Rari, got the Lambo, fuck the Civic (Okay)