Trippie Redd – Rack City-Love Scars 2 (feat. Foreverantipop & Chris King)


In rack city counting up a four
No more, no more, no more, no more

[Interlude: Trippie Redd & FOREVER ANTi PoP]
No more, no more, no more, no more
14, 14, 14, babe yeah
This is the life for me
Mama I’m sorry
Scars of love from warfare with automatics
Then she sucked on my D
Please play this at my funeral
[Verse 3: Chris King]
Then that bitch hit the streets, she ain’t fuckin’ with me
I was trapping, getting it by my ‘lone
Chris got the rocket, he gon’ blow
The chopper make roaches scatter, fuck a huddle breaker
Ah, you the best, who am I replacing
This MAC, I aim it at your face, I cannot make up

[Verse 2: FOREVER ANTi PoP]
Bullets burn like lava, chopper spitting volcanic
Murder what she wrote
If I die tomorrow tell my mama that I’m sorry for the life I chose
Stupid bitch fuck me over, I get it, I still miss her woah
You wan’ touch then you get poked, bitch
I just needed time to relax bitch
They thought I was dead but I’m still alive
In rack city counting up a four
Rack city blowing dope, bitch
I fucked my girl last week
[Verse 1: Trippie Redd}
Told her get on her knees

Codeine and percocets, spend a kidney and a liver
I see more tombstones than the undertaker
Smoke, this thing I’m shooting fuck up god’s creation
[Outro: Trippie Redd]
And if we fuck now we can’t cuddle later
The money coming faster than it ever did
Ooh, ayy
I just needed time, now I’m back bitch

But this the life I chose

[Intro: Trippie Redd]
Run my hood like the pope pope, bitch
Rocket got them pints for the low
Nobody loves me but me
Nobody loves me but me
She off the molly and the coke, bitch
Woah, oh that’s a vest? well it’s your mind I’m aimed at

Brrat, I got the pounds and that ain’t from Jamaica
I was trapping, getting it by my ‘lone
She want that dick then she get boned
We came through and took her soul