Who You Touch Pt. 2 (feat. Trippie Redd) - Sha EK & Bandmanrill

(P. Soul on the track) I love Trippie Redd Yeah, big blunts, I like to roast up Pussy get no love and no luck, I don't fuckin' know ya Chillin' with the gang, I like to post up Get up off the block If I don't know you You dealin' with some soldiers I ride with the motherfuckin' pole, bruh I ride with the motherfuckin' pole, bruh I rise with the motherfuckin' pole, bruh And you know a motherfucker pop a sealy, pop a pilly Pop a nigga head like Amoxicillin I'm a villain, really don't show no pitty I'm hot, saditty to these bitches Bitch, she hot and juicy, I'm hot and gritty How you hot and shitty? Wait 'Cause shit hot, but you know your shit not My shit make the whole city rock And diddy-bop, I spit it off the titty-top And if you don't like it Then fuck nigga, eat a itty-bitty cock (Yeah) Eeny-meeny-miny-moe, catch a thottie by her toe If I let her go, then I'll prolly fuck another ho (Snotty Nose Mafia, bitch) Stack of paper like a binder, she slimy, she not a rider Her nigga got bars, who's your service provider? Still searching for a lighter, too many that sound just like us We get awarded for the likeness, get twenty plaques like Gingivitis Got the touch like King Midas, I eat the beat, I get the itis Create-a-player, high ball, it's like I turned up all the sliders Okay, pop a sealy like Amoxicillin When I pop the trigger, drop a nigga Then he shook his body like a Macarena Mop a stranger, he was starin' straight, catchin' improper angles God can't save you, slap my bitch from the back, call it Palm's angels I bet when a nigga hop up, bitches, they'll be all angry I told Trippie three years ago that this game was ours, nigga Bathing Ape face mask like these rappers got sores, nigga I be in the background, you can see that I'm a star, nigga I got where I am being exactly who I are, nigga You ain't protected at the garage, out your car, nigga I'm the bomb just like a warhead, go to war just like a jar-head Give this dog a bone and think I wasn't Gon' catch it like that shit was farfetched Young nigga stayin' on point just like a bayonet We rollin' top down Bummin' on the main street, then I sprayed the 'Vette Just a young nigga but I been doin' It for so long they gotta praise the vet For my niggas on lockdown, and the crimies that really plead the fifth Pourin' lean inside the booth, yeah I am multitasking, make multi-millions M-16 and blow up your blow-up mattress, you know what's brackin'

Bang, bah (Big 14, know what the fuck goin' on) Bitch (Brr, bah, bah) Ha (Yeah, woo, woo) Yeah (To the O) Yeah (Come on) Down in Ohio (Swag), fuckin' all these bitches (Swag, woo, woo) Bitches call me Trippie (Swag) I'm so fuckin' awesome (Swag, swag, swag) Posted out in Cleveland (Ha), bags in Columbus (Woo, woo, woo) Bitches on my dick 'cause my swag so a hundred (Swag) Down in Ohio (Ha), swag like Ohio (Yeah) Down in Ohio (Woo, bitch), swag like Ohio (Woo, bitch, bitch) Down in Ohio (Yeah, woo), swag like Ohio (Woo, swag, swag) Down in Ohio (Woo, woo), swag like Ohio (Woo, yeah) Ballin' like LeBron (LeBron), dress like Marilyn Manson (Yeah) Made a honey bun (Bun, honey bun), chillin' in a mansion (Mansion) All my diamonds on (On), all my diamonds dancin' (Dancin') That bitch stole my heart (Heart, yeah) That bitch called me handsome (Handsome) Fuck the opps, I'm cold (Cold) Held that boy for ransom (Bitch, bah, bah) I just bought a Wraith (Wraith), I just bought a Phantom (Gang) That bitch wan' get in the back of the 'Lac and she comin' (Skrrt) Fuckin' up racks, yeah, I'm thumbin' Bro keep a hold of that K like he in a band drummin' (Band) Hop on a jet from the O straight to London (Bah, bah) Yeah (Brr), Jurassic Park, T-Rex, straight out Ohio (Woo, woo) Man, you trippin', you cannot take my ho (Woo, woo) Wear your dress like it's Cinco de Mayo I'm a movie, lil' bitch, you a slideshow (Swag, swag, swag) You a extra, lil' bitch, this is my show I'm up too, so lil' nigga, you might grow (Swag, woo, bitch, swag) If you scared, lil' bitch, read the Bible (Woo) Yeah, yeah, trappin' out the O (The O) Mobbin' in the O (The O) Goblin from the O (The O) Nigga talkin' shit (Shit) Pop him in his nose (Nah) We don't give a fuck (Fuck) Bitch, I'm from the O (O) Bitch, I'm stone cold (Cold) Bitch, I'm brave and bold (Bold) I ain't Batman (Bitch) But I keep that chrome (Woo, woo, woo, woo) You already know (What?) Straight up out the O (Swag, swag, swag, swag) Swag like Ohio (Let's go, yo) Hit 'em in the dome Swag like Ohio, I'm rollin' Nick Cannon Trappin' in Cleveland, then back to Atlanta Roll through, we stoked in the back of the Phantom I'm a rockstar, I might fuck me a baddie Yeah, I'ma fuck me a baddie I'm a rockstar like Marilyn Manson Bone Thugs-N-Harmony, Cleveland Columbus, Ohio to Akron I just bought a switch, I just bought a Wraith, yeah (Let's go) I just bought a trap house, it's sittin' by the lake, yeah I just bought the fentanyl, put it on my face, yeah (Woo) Trappers in the section now, Ohio to the Bay, yeah (Let's go) Down in Ohio (Swag), fuckin' all these bitches (Swag, woo, woo) Bitches call me Trippie (Swag, remix) I'm so fuckin' awesome (Swag, swag, swag, Trippie Redd) Posted out in Cleveland (Ha, Lil B), bags in Columbus (Woo, woo, woo) Bitches on my dick 'cause my swag so a hundred Down in Ohio (Ha), swag like Ohio (Yeah, remix) Down in Ohio (Woo, bitch, Trippie Redd) Swag like Ohio (Woo, bitch, bitch, Lil B) Down in Ohio (Yeah, woo, swag like Ohio) Swag like Ohio (Woo, swag, swag, if you from Ohio) Down in Ohio (Woo, woo, make some noise) Swag like Ohio (Woo, yeah, let's go) Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh Do the LeBron James, do the LeBron James, uh

Yeah Fuck your love, fuck it, I don't want none of it (Yeah) Fuck your trust, fuck it (Fuck your trust, no), I don't want none of it, no (Yeah) Fuck you, fuck you, I don't need your love, ho Yeah (Don't need your love, don't need your love) Yeah, but who needs love? (Love) That ain't never changed shit (Yeah) Still the same, I never changed, bitch (Yeah) I been rollin' 'round with the same clique I been rollin' 'round with the gang, bitch (Gang, bitch) Fuck your squad and who you came with In a foreign car, I'm switchin' lanes quick And I'm destined for this fucking greatness, ayy (Yeah) And I don't got time for a bitch (No, no, I don't) That's gon' slow a nigga like me down (Yeah, yeah, no, no, I don't) 'Cause I keep on speed racin' to the motherfucking cash, nigga I'm a fuckin' cash cow, oh Stuntin' like my motherfucking daddy, bitch (Like my dad, yeah) Spent a hunnid on a ring and a Patek wrist (On a Patek wrist, yeah) And the choppa on my hip is automatic, bitch (Automatic, bitch, yeah) Get the brrah, get the blastin' shit (Bah), yeah Don't fuck with me, don't say that (Don't say that) That bullshit, shawty, save that (Save that) I knew shawty since way back Way back when I was eatin' it up, beatin' it up, ayy (Woo) Eatin' it up, beatin' it up, ayy (Woo) Feastin' it up, feastin' it up, ayy (Woo) Livin' it up, livin' it up, ayy We did it, yeah, we did it, yeah, ayy (Yeah, yeah) Still the same though (Yeah), still the same ho (Okay), yeah Fuck your love, fuck it, I don't want none of it (Yeah) Fuck your trust, fuck it (Fuck your trust, no), I don't want none of it, no (Yeah) Fuck you, fuck you, I don't need your love, ho Yeah (Don't need your love, don't need your love) Yeah, but who needs love? (Love) That ain't never changed shit (Yeah) Still the same, I never changed, bitch (Yeah) I been rollin' 'round with the same clique I been rollin' 'round with the gang, bitch Fuck your squad and who you came with In a foreign car, I'm switchin' lanes quick And I'm destined for this fucking greatness, ayy (Yeah)

12hunna on the beat DJ Flippp, make the money flip Ooh, aye 14, 14, 14, babe yeah In rack city counting up a four I was trapping, getting it by my 'lone Rocket got them pints for the low Chris got the rocket, he gon' blow Murder what she wrote We came through and took her soul She want that dick then she get boned Rack city blowing dope, bitch She off the Molly and the coke, coke, bitch You wan' touch then you get poked, poked, bitch Run my hood like the pope, pope, bitch They thought I was dead but I'm still alive I just needed time to relax, bitch I just needed time, now I'm back, bitch The money coming faster than it ever did Please, play this at my funeral If I die tomorrow, tell my mama that I'm sorry for the life I chose (Mama, I'm sorry) But this the life I chose This is the life for me Nobody loves me but me Nobody loves me but me I fucked my girl last week Told her get on her knees Then she sucked on my D (she sucked on my) Then that bitch hit the streets, she ain't fuckin' with me No more, no more, no more, no more No more, no more, no more, (yea) no more No more, no more, (yea) no more (brra) I see more tombstones than a undertaker, yeah And if we fuck now we can't cuddle later The chopper make roaches scatter, fuck a huddle breaker This mac, I aim it at your face, I cannot make up Brrat, I got the pounds and that ain't from Jamaica Smoke, this thing I'm shooting fuck up god's creation Ah, you the best, who am I replacing? Ha, oh that's a vest? Well it's your mind I'm aimed at Scars of love from warfare with automatics Bullets burn like lava, chopper spitting volcanic Codeine and percocets, spend a kidney and a liver Stupid bitch fuck me over, I get it, I still miss her, woah In rack city counting up a four I was trapping, getting it by my 'lone