Rock The Bed Lyrics – Trippie Redd, Gigi Holland

[Intro: Trippie Redd]
Yeah, tss, yeah (Oh)

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
B-bed rock, tss, bed rock (Let’s go)
Tss, b-bed rock, I’ll make your bed rock (Oh)
Huh, bed rock (Oh), tss, b-bed rock
Tss, bed rock, bae, I’ll make your bed rock (Yeah, yeah)
Tss, b-bed rock, woah, huh, headshot
Huh, aiming for your pu*sy, baby, Deadshot, yeah
Huh, b-bed rock, huh, bed rock, yeah
I’m a rockstar, I’ll make your bed rock (Oh)
Huh, I-I can make your bed rock, girl (Tss, totally, tss)
I can make your bed rock (Oh, yeah)
I-I can make your bed rock, girl (Oh, tss, totally, tss)
I can make your bed rock, yeah

[Verse 1: Gigi Holland]
Yeah, yeah, I can make your motherfu*king head bop
Yeah, I-I swear to God, I’ll makе your motherfu*king head bop
What the fu*k? I’m tryna do mе (Do me)
What-what the fu*k? She tryna do me (Tryna do me)
All my life, I knew it would turn into a movie
Yes, you really fu*king are the champion of losing, yeah
I-I am him, follow the routine (Uh, yeah)
She bussing and ain’t no bottle, it’s coke on the nose ring (What’s up?)
I can make your motherfu*king bed rock (What’s up? What’s up?)
Girl, I can make your motherfu*king bed rock (What’s up? Huh)
I can make your motherfu*king—

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
B-bed rock, tss, bed rock (Let’s go)
Tss, b-bed rock, I’ll make your bed rock (Oh)
Huh, bed rock (Oh), tss, b-bed rock
Tss, bed rock, bae, I’ll make your bed rock (Yeah, yeah)
Tss, b-bed rock, woah, huh, headshot
Huh, aiming for your pu*sy, baby, Deadshot, yeah

Huh, b-bed rock, huh, bed rock, yeah
I’m a rockstar, I’ll make your bed rock (Oh)
Huh, I-I can make your bed rock, girl (Tss, totally, tss)
I can make your bed rock (Oh, yeah)
I-I can make your bed rock, girl (Yeah, tss, totally, tss)
I can make your bed rock, yeah

[Verse 2: Gigi Holland]
At the end of the day, I’m still awesome (Awesome)
What’s your chance of getting picked? I think you lost ’em (Ya lost ’em)
We all want a picture of your obituary (Obituary)
A whole lot of victims sit in the cemetery (Damn)
You could paint a picture good, you could sell a fairy (Wow, wow, yeah)
The flyest n!gga in the hood, I think he’s getting jelly (Wow, wow, yeah)
Me and my gun close as s*it, technically, we’re married (Wow, wow)
I find out you’re talking s*it, you’ll get fu*king buried (Wow, wow, wow)
Hello, haha, I’ll make your bed rock
Hello, hello, hello, I’ll make your bed rock
Hello, hello, hello, I’ll make your bed rock
Hello, hello, hello, I’ll make your bed rock, girl

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
B-bed rock, tss, bed rock (Let’s go)
Tss, b-bed rock, I’ll make your bed rock, yeah
Huh, bed rock (Oh), tss, b-bed rock
Tss, bed rock, bae, I’ll make your bed rock (Yeah, yeah)
Tss, b-bed rock, woah, huh, headshot
Huh, aiming for your pu*sy, baby, Deadshot, yeah
Huh, b-bed rock, huh, bed rock, yeah
I’m a rockstar, I’ll make your bed rock (Oh)
Huh, I-I can make your bed rock, girl (Tss, totally, tss)
I can make your bed rock (Oh, yeah)
I-I can make your bed rock, girl (Oh, tss, totally, tss)
I can make your bed rock, yeah