New Red Bottoms

Lyrics

They ain't even see this comin'
 They be like where you been, everywhere nigga
 I been after some money
 You know hoe money show money
 I got this here all off a bunny
 Run up them racks okay, okay
 If we do ten that's a bad day
 Know I gotta trap with the AK
 If a nigga want smoke
 Don't choke, leave a nigga in the ashtray
 Walked in with them racks like Serena and Venus
 When it come to trap, shit I'ma genius
 Glock 26 with a penis
 I'm a wizard like Gilbert Arenas
 With yo' bitch gettin' really well treated
 Had to tell her, like hell she ain't need it
 She tried to spit out my semen
 I'ma need a freak bitch come clean it
 Fuck with three sisters at the same damn time
 Shoulda seen it
 Like where the cash bitch? I need it
 Hell of a bitch, I mean it
 We got rolls, stash the dope in her cleavage
 Made five bands off a bitch, didn't get to see her
 In the county made her send it to my people
 Fucked up, swear to God served my people
 Was fucked up, I know I didn't give a damn
 I couldn't even leave it to Beaver
 So I gotta lay with my heater
 The drank pour up with the leader
 One deep, to me two-seater
 Finna pick up yo' bitch, she a eater
 Ay, ay new red bottoms
 Nigga I'ma real block bleeder
 Straight off the pot like ether
 Had to let the hoe know off the top I don't need her
 Tonight goin' up on the features
 Fuck a rap nigga, I don't need him
 Hell no I don't know these people
 So I'm clutchin' on the strap like it's legal
 Big demon I don't really like people
 This a Glock, this is not desert eagle
 Lookin' for the opps so I'm slidin' in the regal
 Have my young nigga come pop for a feature
 Glock on my waist, not no beeper
 Servin' that butter, that pita
 Have my youngins rob you for your sneakers
 Now he fresh, it like hell, like it's Easter
 I went up on the price on the feature
 Hit his block, chopper sing like Alisha
 And lil' bro still in the four posted up by the store
 Tryna serve him a bow with his nina
 All these diamonds too cold for a freezer
 Nigga play in this bitch, then it's over
 Walk in church you can smell my aroma
 Baby nine should've came with a stroller
 I came from the mud, niggas act like I ain't
 Mama told me, "Don't crash" but I'm still tryna play
 Why the fuck you ain't slide, niggas know why I stay
 Makin' money off Ps that we got from the Bay
 Seventeen I got caught on the lick with Lil' Teevo
 But we didn't tell 'em nothin' so we made it out safe
 Five six but I still get off any day, put that Glock on his ass
 If he get in my face
 Ay, ay, I be turnin' shit up, why they startin' me?
 Press a button, start it up, fuck a car key
 Baby Drake had to ride in a car seat
 Still sellin' leads to that green like parsley
 Lotta racks nigga, we livin' narley
 Niggas scared on the low, where your heart be?
 Brand new Benz 2020, ah park me
 V8 chase a nigga down like Starsky
 Had to let that hoe know I don't need her for shit
 I been itchin' for money Iike a feen for a fix
 I ain't worried 'bout a nigga, I ain't stressin' a bitch
 He actin' too hard, tryin' not to act friendly
 But I can see right through that nigga like Nikki
 I came up the harder way just like Penny
 (I can see right through you, nigga)
 I'm too smooth with this shit I can't let a hoe trick me
 Gotta make the first move before they can get me
 Turn my bitch to a grinder like her name was Britney
 When I crank up the Hemi' smoke come out the muffler
 Momma knew Jello was always a hustler
 I can get you the product just give me your custom
 (What you want?)
 This shit steady boomin', it jump like a rabbit
 I sleep with a fifty round under my mattress
 My life is a movie, it's so cinematic (it's so cinematic)
 Like Lil' Toosie, a puzzle can't figure me out
 I be fuckin' these hoes then I'm kickin' 'em out
 If she talkin' too much put some dick in her mouth
 You scared, go to church, better talk to Jehovahs
 It's 24/8 marijuana my odour
 Still watchin' for rats, I'm still watchin' for Kobies
 I'm not tryna kick it, no I'm not a leg
 I can't entertain what a fuck nigga said
 At the end of the day I'ma get to the bread
 Ay, ay new red bottoms
 Nigga I'ma real block bleeder
 Straight off the pot like ether
 Had to let the hoe know off the top I don't need her
 Tonight goin' up on the features
 Fuck a rap nigga, I don't need him
 Hell no I don't know these people
 So I'm clutchin' on the strap like it's legal
 Big demon I don't really like people
 This a Glock, this is not desert eagle
 Lookin' for the opps so I'm slidin' in the regal
 Have my young nigga come pop for a feature
 Glock on my waist, not no beeper
 Servin' that butter, that pita
 Have my youngins rob you for your sneakers
 Now he fresh, it like hell, like it's Easter
 Ay, ay, stand over the body
 Now I got his blood on my sneakers
 Forty go boom like a speaker
 Murder gang bitch, I'm the reaper
 I like to hit 'em up broad day
 But my youngin a creeper
 Take flight late night with the heater
 Gettin' hot like a fever
 He say he can't wait he be eatin'
 Bay shot gang, I'm the leader
 Gleezy a freak, she eat up and pop at your people
 King of Texas nigga, play, I'm asleep
 I ain't king of the murder but we never see 'em
 King of my city I ain't showin' no pity
 I ain't doin' no dissin', I'm an all-out pimp
 Grabbed an AK or my AR pimp
 What up, it's my friend Lil' A on the pill
 Come get your B she all in my DMs
 She say she want dick I'ma pay her to set 'em up
 Get my youngin and sparkle to wet 'em up
 Tried the beat before we knife
 Tried the beat before we messed up
 Start niggas spoke we got years, we got hit with that
 Fuck the opps, drop the addy, I'm pushin' up
 Murder gang, free smoke, try your luck
 Ay, ay new red bottoms
 Nigga I'ma real block bleeder
 Straight off the pot like ether
 Had to let the hoe know off the top I don't need her
 Tonight goin' up on the features
 Fuck a rap nigga, I don't need him
 Hell no I don't know these people
 So I'm clutchin' on the strap like it's legal
 Big demon I don't really like people
 This a Glock, this is not desert eagle
 Lookin' for the opps so I'm slidin' in the regal
 Have my young nigga come pop for a feature
 Glock on my waist, not no beeper
 Servin' that butter, that pita
 Have my youngins rob you for your sneakers
 Now he fresh, it like hell, like it's Easter
 Ay, ay
 

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Song Details

Duration
05:16
Key
9
Tempo
128 BPM

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