Good Chance Lyrics – Trippie Redd | NDA

Read the full Good Chance lyrics by Trippie Redd from the album NDA along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song.

[Intro: Trippie Redd & BigXthaPlug]
1400
NDA
What’s poppin 5
Ayy!

[Verse 1: BigXthaPlug & Trippie Redd]
New AP, new set this me
Huh, yeah, the same n!gga ran through the street
Drop a bag get a verse, but it really used to be (?)
We can’t really much talk about the keys
Cause this TRX truck got a button (?) with a big FN tucked on the side of the seat

Off the drügs I keep tripping
See red then I tweak
Can’t compete, wanna know what I made in a week? (Yeahhhh)
A hundred in two days, spend it on two chains
Rest of the week I’m at home touching tiddies
He think about taking (?)
Used to sin every day, but thеse days we went Christian
I can’t stand a hoе that can’t suck d!ck and listen
The biggest, done came a long way from (?)
Watch 300 a line, so 1200 I’m sipping
Don’t be wasting my time if you broke, n!gga, go fix it
Since I was a jit, pops was tripping bout cripping
Got partners that’s piru and live how I’m living
Respect (?), if they spinning I’m spinning
We really was bussing down pounds tryna’ to get it
CTRL Alt Delete, then I go do the (?)
It’s some n!ggas, I swear when I see, I’ma end ’em
We talking about money then I’m having plenty
You silly you thinking that you fu*king with me like I’m not
Like that (Huh)

[Bridge: Trippie Redd]
Swear it ain’t nobody cold as me
Swear it ain’t nobody bold as me
Ain’t no devil gon’ take my damn soul from me

Ain’t no b!tch gon’ take my damn phone from m
Code only one code for me
I was born the one ain’t no controling me
Only reason she bitter, ’cause she want me

[Verse 2: Trippie Redd]
Popping champagne in the biddy
I’m turning up with my dogs
Kicking the opps, I ain’t kicking the cup
I’m get in the box and then get in the (?)
Lil bro want a box, ’cause his b!tch is a
Got my d!ck in her pu*sy and thumb in her butt
You know I’m fried, it don’t take much
N!gga choose your side, or die real rough
Stop repping the five, you was raised by a punk
Don’t come outside, or we lumping you up
I got some purple, I’m rolling it up
You know everything perfect, we wealthy as fu*k
When I was just six, I told Granny that I would make it
I’ll be a superstar, counting some bacon
I come from the trenches, lil n!gga can’t fake it
Get this s*it as a kid, I ain’t had no patience