笨小笨HIDEOUT歌词由Trippie Redd&Fijimacintosh演唱，出自专辑《MANSION MUSIK》，下面是《HIDEOUT》完整版歌词！
HIDEOUT歌词完整版
HIDEOUT - Trippie Redd/Fijimacintosh
Lyrics by：Michael Lamar White II/Tyvion Christian Harris/Cas van der Heijden/Sil Van Bebber/Vladislav Piasetskyi
Composed by：Michael Lamar White II/Tyvion Christian Harris/Cas van der Heijden/Sil Van Bebber/Vladislav Piasetskyi
You so go crazy
Sell out the ***** too
Yeah expansions in the mansion
That's my hideout
**** the ***** she kiss and tell
I gave her timeout
Out here gettin' paper *****
I'm on the grind now
Hella FNs and drums
When we slide out
Foenem brazy
Just got home and wanna ride out
Make you meet your maker
**** your soul we take it
Woke up in the mornin'
******* makin' eggs and bacon
Makin' multi-millions while
You n***as makin' statements
Makin' love to your *****
And makin' what you can't make
N***as love talkin' ****
Until they cannot talk no more
I got love in the city
But I cannot love a ho
Out the country and ****
With a bad lil' model ho
Rockin' red like I'm Santa
Red and black carbon red bandana
Infrared beam in a red 'Rari
Took the Red Eye from a red carbon
**** a red bone with a red heart
Took the red pill now I'm heartless
Mr Redd don't give a ****
You know that n***a came from darkness
Mr Redd don't give a ****
That boy'll turn you to a carcass
Is you actin' tough with me
Lil' ***** is you retarded
Pussies reachin' for the top the most
Will hit the ground the hardest
She wanna suck my sword because
She say that I'm the sharpest
I'm the dark knight *****
In some bright ice *****
This a gang not a clique
Fully auto with that switch
Yeah expansions in the mansion
That's my hideout
**** the ***** she kiss and tell
I gave her timeout
Out here gettin' paper *****
I'm on the grind now
Hella FNs and drums
When we slide out
Foenem brazy just got home
And wanna ride out
Make you meet your maker
**** your soul we take it
Catch an opp and turn to bacon
Assalamualaikum
This a game of lemonade
She tell me
What side you gon' pick
Jigsaw a n***a catch a pig
Cut him limb from limb
I just smoked a blunt of Runtz and
Landed on a ******* blimp yeah
Only blue hundreds in my left pocket
N***a I ain't bangin' Crip
My young n***a ready to catch
A stain and he'll do it anywhere
That lil' petty **** you makin'
We'll throw it in the air
I bought my ***** new Chane-ne
She'll **** me anywhere **** godd**n
My ***** boujee look at my fingernails
Before I put 'em in her yeah
Why the **** this n***a mad at me
His ***** under my picture
I could really post the ****
It make you mad and make you bicker
I got a bag and it's way bigger
I'm on they a*s I know they can feel it
Balenci' boots and Rick the denim
Lord forgive me I know I'm a sinner
Fashion killer codeine sipper
******* beggin' to take down my zipper
P***y good I might just tip her yeah
I'm rollin'
I don't smoke no Swisher Sweet *****
I'm rollin' RAW Organic
Walk around the mansion with my chopper
I won't never panic
Yeah ayy expansions in the mansion
That's my hideout
**** the ***** she kiss and tell
I gave her timeout
Out here gettin' paper ***** I'm
On the grind now oh okay
Hella FNs and drums when we slide out
Foenem brazy
Just got home and wanna ride out
Make you meet your maker
**** your soul
We take it
