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Performed By: Tripé
Language: English
Length: 2:36
Written by: Trip !
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Tripé - Renetti Lyrics
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Life been crazy, yeah, Life been crazy, yeah
Got a bad bitch, and she from Haiti, yeah
She shake it like Haiti, yeah
Me and my niggas go crazy, yeah
We way too crazy, yeah
Off of the top, this shit too crazy
These niggas not f*cking with me, yeah
Everyday get to the cash, yeah, everyday get to the cash
Hop off a jet, hop off a jet
Everyday run up a bag, hop off a jet
Yeah, uh, uh, uh, hop off a jet, me and my niggas we get to the check (Check)
You sick like a dog, bitch, you need a vet (Vet)
Got these rocks in my wrist, know I'm rockin' Patek (Tek)
Yeah, you niggas ain't bout it, f*ck your set
F*ck your bitch, I doubt it, she ain't even wet (Wet)
But I still might hit
Just to show your boyfriend a bitch, extended the clip, I f*ck you, then shoot him in his shit
Everyday off of the top, I be rappin' so much, I feel like I can't stop
I been f*ckin' your bitch and I'm callin' her Cardi, cause she got that WAP and I told her don't stop uh
Keepin' my eye on the fetty, you run up on us, and we totin' machetes
Got your bitch in the back and she bouncing like Betty
I feel like COD, tote my Renetti, uh
Rockin' that Gucci, rockin' that Louis
Totin' my strap, I love my tooly
Yeah, Look at your bitch, she too choosy
I want the diamonds, she want the rubies
Aye, feelin' like Speed, screamin' out Sui
Ain't f*ckin' your bitch, she smellin' like sushi
Wait, what's her name? I think it's Lucy, maybe Julie
I don't know, but she had a big booty
But I'm gettin' off topic, everything I spit, too toxic
What you want? I got rap and melodic
My flow is exotic, your bitch is erotic, I dive in her ocean, I'm feelin' aquatic
I call up Lil Nas, He bringin' narcotics
Finna get f*cked up, losin' rings like Sonic
Yeah, niggas can't grasp the logic
Shiftin' around everyday like a nigga tectonic
Yeah, let's slow it down, member' the days I was always a clown
Member' the days that them people was pickin' on me, man that shit really hurt, I ain't gon' lie
But this is a thank you, and I'm grateful
Cause you really showed me the evil in hateful
But that shit hurt, It could've been worse
You lucky my mental health ain't in the dirt, uh
But I'm makin' that progress, uh
Everything in life got a process, uh
Took a few wins and some losses, uh
Can't stay locked in the closet, uh
Everything I do for a profit, uh (Uh-huh)
Heart still cold, gotta lock it, uh (Uh-huh)
Ridin' this beat like a comet, uh (Uh-huh)
Everyday chasin' the commas, yeah (Uh-uh-huh)
Uh, uh, uh, hop off a jet, me and my niggas we get to the check (Check)
You sick like a dog, bitch, you need a vet (Vet)
Got these rocks in my wrist, know I'm rockin' Patek (Tek)
Yeah, you niggas ain't bout it, f*ck your set
F*ck your bitch, I doubt it, she ain't even wet (Wet)
But I still might hit
Just to show your boyfriend a bitch, extended the clip, I f*ck you, then shoot him in his shit
Everyday off of the top, I be rappin' so much, I feel like I can't stop
I been f*ckin' your bitch and I'm callin' her Cardi, cause she got that WAP and I told her don't stop uh
Keepin' my eye on the fetty, you run up on us, and we totin' machetes
Got your bitch in the back and she bouncing like Betty
I feel like COD, tote my Renetti, uh (Netti)
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English

Life been crazy, yeah, Life been crazy, yeah
Got a bad bitch, and she from Haiti, yeah
She shake it like Haiti, yeah
Me and my niggas go crazy, yeah
We way too crazy, yeah
Off of the top, this shit too crazy
These niggas not f*cking with me, yeah
Everyday get to the cash, yeah, everyday get to the cash
Hop off a jet, hop off a jet
Everyday run up a bag, hop off a jet
Yeah, uh, uh, uh, hop off a jet, me and my niggas we get to the check (Check)
You sick like a dog, bitch, you need a vet (Vet)
Got these rocks in my wrist, know I'm rockin' Patek (Tek)
Yeah, you niggas ain't bout it, f*ck your set
F*ck your bitch, I doubt it, she ain't even wet (Wet)
But I still might hit
Just to show your boyfriend a bitch, extended the clip, I f*ck you, then shoot him in his shit
Everyday off of the top, I be rappin' so much, I feel like I can't stop
I been f*ckin' your bitch and I'm callin' her Cardi, cause she got that WAP and I told her don't stop uh
Keepin' my eye on the fetty, you run up on us, and we totin' machetes
Got your bitch in the back and she bouncing like Betty
I feel like COD, tote my Renetti, uh
Rockin' that Gucci, rockin' that Louis
Totin' my strap, I love my tooly
Yeah, Look at your bitch, she too choosy
I want the diamonds, she want the rubies
Aye, feelin' like Speed, screamin' out Sui
Ain't f*ckin' your bitch, she smellin' like sushi
Wait, what's her name? I think it's Lucy, maybe Julie
I don't know, but she had a big booty
But I'm gettin' off topic, everything I spit, too toxic
What you want? I got rap and melodic
My flow is exotic, your bitch is erotic, I dive in her ocean, I'm feelin' aquatic
I call up Lil Nas, He bringin' narcotics
Finna get f*cked up, losin' rings like Sonic
Yeah, niggas can't grasp the logic
Shiftin' around everyday like a nigga tectonic
Yeah, let's slow it down, member' the days I was always a clown
Member' the days that them people was pickin' on me, man that shit really hurt, I ain't gon' lie
But this is a thank you, and I'm grateful
Cause you really showed me the evil in hateful
But that shit hurt, It could've been worse
You lucky my mental health ain't in the dirt, uh
But I'm makin' that progress, uh
Everything in life got a process, uh
Took a few wins and some losses, uh
Can't stay locked in the closet, uh
Everything I do for a profit, uh (Uh-huh)
Heart still cold, gotta lock it, uh (Uh-huh)
Ridin' this beat like a comet, uh (Uh-huh)
Everyday chasin' the commas, yeah (Uh-uh-huh)
Uh, uh, uh, hop off a jet, me and my niggas we get to the check (Check)
You sick like a dog, bitch, you need a vet (Vet)
Got these rocks in my wrist, know I'm rockin' Patek (Tek)
Yeah, you niggas ain't bout it, f*ck your set
F*ck your bitch, I doubt it, she ain't even wet (Wet)
But I still might hit
Just to show your boyfriend a bitch, extended the clip, I f*ck you, then shoot him in his shit
Everyday off of the top, I be rappin' so much, I feel like I can't stop
I been f*ckin' your bitch and I'm callin' her Cardi, cause she got that WAP and I told her don't stop uh
Keepin' my eye on the fetty, you run up on us, and we totin' machetes
Got your bitch in the back and she bouncing like Betty
I feel like COD, tote my Renetti, uh (Netti)
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