This Semi Auto Pop His Head Like A Bottle Lyrics


This semi auto pop his head like a bottle. Sippin' Moscato, boolin' with bunch of models. Beat yo' ass, beat yo' ass. This song was sung by Juice WRLD & Trippie Redd and written by Dez Wright, OZ, Juice WRLD & Trippie Redd.

This Semi Auto Pop His Head Like A Bottle Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I just got a million bands today
'Bout to go and spend a bag, blow them bands today, yeah
'Bout to spend a hundred grand today
Lot of blue face hundreds, it's a blue band parade, yeah
Huh, grrah, shootin' out the Hummer today
I'm in a bad mood, so I feel like dumpin' today, yeah
I'm a bad move, I'ma dump at his face
Keep the toolie by my side, feel like Ratchet & Clank, yeah

[Verse 2]
Shoot out the Wraith, stick up
I need everything in your safe, neega, huh
I'm with them gravediggers, we gon' dig your grave, neega, huh
Pop molly at the rave, neega
Chains on me, no slave, neega, huh
We been in the cave, neega
We done f--king made neegas, uh
Take your chain, neega
What the f--k you claim, neega?
1400, 800, beech, I'm talking gang, neega
We not the same, neega, Big 14 Great Dane, neega

[Verse 3]
f--k what you claim, neega
Feel like the KKK, we kill you, then we hang neegas
Do that the same day
Pull up in the all grey, black Mustang
In the streets, I was hustlin'
Run up on me, gun bustin'
Uh, that's your best friend, that's my main thing
Uh, she give me titty, Tity Boi, 2 Chainz, uh
Get to the nitty-gritty, boy, new stains, uh
Pouring Prince up in my cup, no Purple Rain
I'm throwin' bands, I'm throwin' hands, and I ain't throwin' shade

[Verse 4]
Jumping out the bat cave, just like Bruce Wayne
Kickin' sheet like Liu Kang
My plug Palupé
Big racks on us, blue thangs
Big blues, no clues, yay
Your beech like to choose, ayy
But that's your boo, ain't it?
Take a flick, uh, licky on my deek, uh
On my blick, uh, while I take a sheet, uh
And a piss, uh, sing to that beech like Kiss, uh

[Verse 5]
Oh that's your beech, huh
R. Kelly, I may just piss on her (Skrrt)
I'm in a 'Rari
You make me mad, mad, I may shoot up your party
That lil' beech she bad, but she fake, she a Barbie
But she still know to ride me like a f--king Harley
Ask me if I love her, I responded to her "Hardly"

[Verse 6]
Jumping off the top rope on that beech like Matt Hardy
Why the f--k your pushy ass in here? This a gangsta party
"What? What? What?" Like I'm Playboi Carti
Got my robe on in this beech, it's a PlayBoy party
That beech hella plastic, that beech just like a Barbie
Playin' games with all these hos, this just like Atari
Kicked up, my feet up, sippin' Hennesy on a Safari
With a bunch of white beeches, and they all like, "Trippie Redd, you gnarly"
Viral, iCarly

[Verse 7]
She on the webcam, like Carly
That's your girl, I'm sorry
She was off the molly
Uh, I'm in the trap, I'm whippin', I got your aunty on my dope
She told me she ain't have enough money for them rocks
My deek up in her throat
I'm goin' hard, L.O.L. to the bank, no joke
You run up on me, you leapin' frog and you get croaked
Uh, huh, you know, uh
Me and Trippie had a show, f--kin' these beeches after our show
Full of sheet, like I'm an A-hole, cash flow
All the way turnt up on these hos, Roscoe Dash, uh

[Verse 8]
In Forgiatos, drillin' sheet like Chicago
This semi-auto pop his ass like a bottle
Sippin' Moscato, boolin' with bunch of models
Beat yo' ass, beat yo' ass (Beat it, beat it, beat it), Taekwondo
Like a light, like a light, beech, I shine, ho
I'm getting paid, but you will not get a dime, ho, yeah
Yeah, side beech with some micros
Balls deep in that beech, ball like Michael, ayy

Alright, we done beech, you know what I'm sayin'?
Big 14, big hundred, 1400, 800
Know what I'm sayin'?
150 ra-da
Know what I'm saying?
Gang, gang, gang

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