Kidding Me Lyrics – Trippie Redd, Nine Vicious

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

[Intro: Nine Vicious & Trippie Redd]
Say what?
Huh

[Chorus: Trippie Redd & Nine Vicious]
Treat that ho like a pet (What? Pet)
Them diamonds, they wet on my neck, yeah
Omertà, a vet (Boop, vet)
I’ll pull up with choppers and blatt (Boop, boop, boop, bah)
I chunk up the set (What? Set)
Hottest s*it on the ‘net (Say what? ‘Net)
Your pocket stay in debt, huh (Ha)

You gotta be kidding me (Woo-hoo, huh)
Haha, you gotta be kidding me (Woo-hoo, for sure)
You gotta be kidding me (Woo-hoo, huh, rich slime)
You gotta be kidding me (Let’s get it, on God)
You gotta be kidding me (What? Ooh, ha)

[Verse 1: Trippie Redd & Nine Vicious]
Shawty a nice freak (Freak), I got her some Tiffany (This b!tch freaky)
Shawty bе off of the ketamine (Kеtamine)
Be high as fu*k, I’m off some codeine (Yes)
We high as fu*k up until morning (Morning)
Play with 5 and your mom gon’ be mourning (Mourning)
Play with mines and blood’ll be pouring (Bah)
Don’t fu*k with them guys, them n!ggas be corny (What?)
Come and look at my wrist, I’m hanging with Morty
We high as fu*k, tryna find Dory
We high as fu*k, tryna find Nemo (What? Ah)
I hop out and bully s*it, Deebo (Say what? Yeah)
Five chains on my neck, weigh five kilos (Kilos)
I prey on the world like a eagle (Eagle)
Treat my b!tch to ice and a igloo, yeah
If you not my b!tch, then I can’t eat you (Woo, eat you)

[Chorus: Trippie Redd & Nine Vicious]
Treat that ho like a pet (Pet)

Them diamonds, they wet on my neck, yeah (Boop, what?)
Omertà, a vet (Say what? Vet)
I’ll pull up with choppers and blatt (Woo-hoo, bah)
I chunk up the set (Set)
Hottest s*it on the ‘net (‘Net)
Your pocket stay in debt, huh (Woo-hoo, ha)
You gotta be kidding me (Okay)
Haha, you gotta be kidding me (For sure)
You gotta be kidding me (Huh, rich slime)
You gotta be kidding me (What? On God)
You gotta be kidding me (Yeah, ha, ha)

[Verse 2: Nine Vicious]
All these rap n!ggas goof, fu*k with everybody (They goof, yeah)
I fu*ked that rap n!gga ho ’cause I don’t give a fu*k (Woo-hoo), n!gga, don’t care about it (Say what?)
Yeah, I pull up, baguettes on my neck (Yeah, pull up), I brought them carats out, yeah
That n!gga old, he turned to a rat, these OGs be telling now, what? (Say what?)
I’m in this b!tch with lil’ Trip (What?)
On God, I’m worth me a mil’ (Haha)
I busted s*it on her lip (What?)
Hat to the side like I’m Tip (Say what? Blatt)
My brother worth more than your deal (Your deal)
I’m beating that pu*sy, it’s ill
Let a n!gga play with that mafia s*it, on God, that pu*sy get killed (What?)

[Chorus: Trippie Redd & Nine Vicious]
Treat that ho like a pet (Treat that ho like a pet)
Them diamonds, they wet on my neck, yeah
Omertà, a vet (Vet)
I’ll pull up with choppers and blatt (Bah)
I chunk up the set (Set)
Hottest s*it on the ‘net (‘Net)
Your pocket stay in debt, huh (What?)
You gotta be kidding me (What?)
Haha, you gotta be kidding me (Woah, for sure)
You gotta be kidding me (Say what? Huh, rich slime)
You gotta be kidding me (Woo-hoo, on God)
You gotta be kidding me (Blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt, ha, ha)

[Outro: Trippie Redd & Nine Vicious]
Blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt
Gotta be kidding me, gotta be kidding m
otta be kidding me, damn
Gotta be kidding me, yeah
You gotta be, you gotta be, you gotta be, gotta be (Say what?)