Trippie Redd — How I Was Raised

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Pull up in that Murciélago
Bottle of champagne that I pour
Do the dash like Grand Theft Auto
And you can get this semi-auto
That’s how I was raised, all I know
That’s how I was raised, all I know
That’s how I was raised, all I know
That’s how I was raised, all I know

Shawty give me lovin’, shawty give me lovin’ (Give me lovin’)
With your bitch, probably kissin’ and rubbin’ (Yeah)
Probably kissin’ and touchin’ (Yeah)
She gon’ lick me and suck me (Yeah), yeah (Yeah, yeah, uh)
Bitch, I keep a Glock because that’s all I know (Yeah, yeah, uh)
Yeah, bitch, I keep a mop because that’s all I know (Yeah, yeah, yeah), yeah
I like servin’ rocks because that’s all I know (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, bitch, I rep the block because that’s all I know, baby (Rep the block)
800 baby, 1400 baby (Gang, gang, gang)
1400 raised me, 800 raised me (Yeah, yeah)
Found my soul, it saved me (Yeah)
I’ma pull up in that Wraith thing, do the race like Tay-K
Pull up in that Murciélago
Bottle of champagne that I pour
Do the dash like Grand Theft Auto
And you can get this semi-auto

That’s how I was raised, all I know
That’s how I was raised, all I know
That’s how I was raised, all I know (Uh, uh, uh)
That’s how I was raised, all I know (Yeah, yeah, uh)
We gon’ pull up from Murciélago (Murciélago)
Put that boy in the ground like a pothole (Pothole)
Yeah, she hit up my line, see what I’m on (I’m on)
And she say I took off like I’m NASA (Yeah, skrrt)
And that bitch, she a thot, she get passed off
Feel like Rondo, I’m throwin’ the pass off (Pass off)
Better watch your lil’ bitch, she get tapped on (Tapped on)
Too ahead of him, know that he mad, yeah (Mad, yeah)
She said that I’m fresh like Bel Air (Oh, oh, oh)
Think he a demon, send his ass to hell, yeah (Hell, yeah)
Just got the pack, brought it through the mail, yeah (Oh, oh, oh)
Remember the day that I hit a million (Million)
You know I ain’t regular, know I ain’t civilian (Yeah)
Aim for the top, boy left the ceiling (Top, top)
Your bitch givin’ top, nigga, like the ceiling (Grr, bop)
Don’t fuck with your energy, I do not feel him (Bop, bop, bop, bop)
I said fuck all these niggas (No, no, no)

I do not fuck with all these niggas
And I’m stuck with myself (Self)
Only gang gon’ get bigger
Only gang, only real niggas (On God)
Gon’ be same gang ’til the fuckin’ finish (Oh my God)
Same gang ’til the finish
Pull up in that Murciélago
Bottle of champagne that I pour
Do the dash like Grand Theft Auto
And you can get this semi-auto
That’s how I was raised, all I know
That’s how I was raised, all I know
That’s how I was raised, all I know
That’s how I was raised, all I know (all I know, yeah