Lyrics Trippple H - K Suave, Trippie Redd

Trippple H

Pussy didn’t stand a chance
Countin' all these bands, Dicky pants and the vans
Call me «Triple H,» Hermè-Hermè-Hermè-mès
Hermès on my neck, Hermès on my wrist and pants
Hermès on my bitch when I take her out to France
Perrier, that’s for Rosetta, uh, Cartier her lens
Reppin' that block still, reppin' that block still
Reppin' that block still, reppin' that block still
Yeah, I stay on the block, niggas ain’t on the block (Block, block, block)
Reppin' that block still
They all robbers and shooters
You talkin' that shit but it’s all on computers (Woah)
We throw up that Roc like Bermuda
Perky consumin' (Bow)
Reppin' that block still
And the coupe look neon (Coupe look neon)
Can’t fuck with a peon (Fuck with a peon)
Niggas know what I be on (Know what I be on, yeah)
With a bitch, rock VLONE
Bitch, chain cost the Migos
I’ma cock it then reload (Reload)
I’ma stick to the G code (G code, gang, gang)
In the game, no cheat code
And my chain Sub-Zero, yeah (Set, set, set)
Pussy didn’t stand a chance
Countin' all these bands, Dicky pants and the vans
Call me «Triple H,» Hermè-Hermè-Hermè-mès
Hermès on my neck, Hermès on my wrist and pants
Hermès on my bitch when I take her out to France
Perrier, that’s for Rosetta, uh, Cartier her lens
Reppin' that block still, reppin' that block still
Reppin' that block still, reppin' that block still
Uh, I hop in that mofuckin' foreign, I’m speedin', let’s go (Pew, pew), ooh
I’m rockin' Off-White like the Pope (Yeah)
So slimey, we up it, let’s go, uh
I come from the slums, got hundred round drums, I pull up and put on a show,
ooh (Woah)
Stop talkin', lil' nigga, let’s go (Woah)
I’m leanin', we just poured a four (Yeah, yeah)
Where you been?
MIA
Put them bands in your face
Get that backend, I’m straight
Got VVS diamonds, they just wanna skate
I’m makin' deposits when I hit the bank
You smokin' on ass, we smokin' on dank
I get in my cell and make me a shank
I get in that jam, not saying no names
Pussy didn’t stand a chance
Countin' all these bands, Dicky pants and the vans
Call me «Triple H,» Hermè-Hermè-Hermè-mès
Hermès on my neck, Hermès on my wrist and pants
Hermès on my bitch when I take her out to France
Perrier, that’s for Rosetta, uh, Cartier her lens
Reppin' that block still, reppin' that block still
Reppin' that block still, reppin' that block still
Off-White stone-cold (Damn)
I ride around with a .40 (Skrrt)
Niggas sneak diss, we gon' ruin his morning (Yeah)
Your bitch like suckin' my dick when she horny (Yeah, yeah)
She in love with you but it’s hard for her to ignore me (Hard for her), yeah
Shoot up your whip, we gon' leave the scene lookin' real gory (Boom-boom-boom),
yeah, uh
Hit from the back, she like, «Look in my eyes and record it» (Bow)
She on me now, she just poured my lean out
Pop three Percs, I can’t see now
I post on the block like it’s Sunday, yeah
Takin' these trips, I’ll be back in September, yeah
My diamonds they icy, it’s flood like the winter, yeah
He ain’t got no shooters, that boy a pretender
We ran out of Sprite, so we ordered some Fantas
All of my hoes respectful, they got manners
I blow her back out just like some candles
I’m all in her mouth like she work at the dental
Passin' these hoes around just like Tim Tebow
I ain’t cocky but she feelin' my ego
I got a strap in this Burberry pea coat
I’m off the drugs, I feel like I’ma K. O
Just got a new Glock and it’s blacker than Mayo
Pussy didn’t stand a chance
Countin' all these bands, Dicky pants and the vans
Call me «Triple H,» Hermè-Hermè-Hermè-mès
Hermès on my neck, Hermès on my wrist and pants
Hermès on my bitch when I take her out to France
Perrier, that’s for Rosetta, uh, Cartier her lens
Reppin' that block still, reppin' that block still
Reppin' that block still, reppin' that block still