"Talkin' Brazy" lyrics - TRIPPIE REDD

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[Intro: Trippie Redd]
Rico ain't showin' nobody love
Whoa
1400, 800
(Yeah, Woah)
You ain't nothin'
(Big 14, Bitch)
Gang, gang

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
All that rah-rah shit (Rah-rah)
Talkin' brazy, but ain't 'bout that (Yeah, yeah)
He was talkin' brazy out his mouth, and got his mouth smacked (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
He was talkin' brazy out his house, and got his house smacked (Brrat, brrat, yeah)
He was talkin' brazy for the clout, and got his lights smacked (Ah)

[Post-Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Yee), yeah (Yeah)
Yeah, yeah (Woo), nigga, you dead (Dead)

[Verse 1: Trippie Redd]
Runnin' from the feds, bad bitch give me head, [?]
She do what I say, she ride dick like sled
She like [?], she ride with the set
I like flexing, diamonds on my neck
Blue water baguettes, with the TEC, hit you in your neck
Draco, draco, AK, AK, AK
With the K, I spray-spray
Blow a nigga [?] brain

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
All that rah-rah shit (Rah-rah)
Talkin' brazy, but ain't 'bout that (Yeah, yeah)
He was talkin' brazy out his mouth, and got his mouth smacked (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
He was talkin' brazy out his house, and got his house smacked (Brrat, brrat, yeah)
He was talkin' brazy for the clout, and got his lights smacked (Ah)

[Post-Chorus: Trippie Redd & EKT 40]
Yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yee), yeah (Yeah)
Yeah, yeah (Woo), nigga, you dead (Dead)

[Verse 2: EKT 40]
Nigga you dead, we gon' just go send some shots at your head
I'm with my shooter, go come get that bread
Bitch you gon' die for the shit that you said
Her nigga made that diss and he almost died
Damn, shot up his ride...
...Hang with the fire
Look at my teeth, bitch, you know that they shinin', ho
I had the Rollie on, just got the Audemars
I swear, we catchin' 'em out, we gon' kill em' all
I got two killers with me, they don't get along
Nigga went straight for the fame (Can't post now)
Nigga gon' reach for my chain (He a ghost now)
Then he got hit with the flame (That's a.45)
He thought that I was a lame (Now he know now)
I don't know what the fuck that lil nigga was thinkin'
I swear he gotta be brainless
I swear the rappers and niggas forgot I was dangerous
Now he gon' leave that shit stanky

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
All that rah-rah shit (Rah-rah)
Talkin' brazy, but ain't 'bout that (Yeah, yeah)
He was talkin' brazy out his mouth, and got his mouth smacked (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
He was talkin' brazy out his house, and got his house smacked (Brrat, brrat, yeah)
He was talkin' brazy for the clout, and got his lights smacked (Ah)

[Pre-Chorus: Trippie Redd & Lil Pump]
You (Yeah), you (Yeah), you (Yeah, yeah)
Dead (Dead, nigga), dead (Uh), dead (Woo)
Nigga, you dead (Dead)
Ooh (Yeah), ooh, ooh (Huh)
Ooh, ooh

[Verse 3: Lil Pump]
Diamonds on me like woo (Ooh)
Make a bitch tie my shoe (Ooh)
Shoot, shoot, shoot, ooh
.45 blast out the roof (Huh)
Gucci...
...(Ooh)
Yeah my grandma drive Jaguar
He was talkin' brazy so I went and pushed his cap back
If I get caught, I'mma put it in my nutsack

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
All that rah-rah shit (Rah-rah)
Talkin' brazy, but ain't 'bout that (Yeah, yeah)
He was talkin' brazy out his mouth, and got his mouth smacked (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
He was talkin' brazy out his house, and got his house smacked (Brrat, brrat, yeah)
He was talkin' brazy for the clout, and got his lights smacked (Ah)