Fake Redda

[Chorus]
Yeah, I'm on the pill and it got me too up
She got some racks, yeah, the shawty too up
Yeah, that bitch mad as fuck 'cause that drank in my cup
She be thinking I'm finna boom all the funds
I'll kaboom the shit on you, I'm in love
Goin' fast in a muhfuckin' spaceship, bitch
Know that ass got fat, know you changed, lil' bitch
Know I'm ridin' round' town with that Drac', lil' bitch
He got Ricky, I know that shit fake, lil' bitch
We got guns, don't get hit in the face, lil' bitch
Talkin' shit, you get put in your place like this
He get hit in his face like this
And I'm goin' to space on the drink

[Verse]
Ye-yeah
I'm in Cali' with a bad bitch, yeah
She a super baddie, love to kiss her
And she from the east, talm 'bout Fisher
I should fuck the bitch, I know you miss her
I just fucked the bitch and then you kissed her
Want a pic', but I don't know you, mister
That's your bitch? She eatin' me like dessert
I recruit the bitch, I had to list her
And my pockets swollen like a blister (Uh, uh)
You don't even know me, bae
Yeah, she talm 'bout "Hold me, bae"
Treat you like a trophy, bae
I think we could do this shit, baby girl
Gotta keep it lowkey, okay?
She think I'ma give the whole fucking world
You soundin' like a junkie, okay
Video game in my head, yeah
I'm on a Perc, I can't feel no pain, yea h
I be high as shit, a fucking crane, yeah
Perc to the head'll fuck your cranium
Shout out saintracks, like, free Ukraine, yeah
Yeah, my boy just fled, I don't blame 'em
Goin' up, on a Nos
Too stuck, I'm too gone
Get your stuff 'cause you gone
And, lil' bitch, I get guap, get it gone
We got rocks, yeah, we got stones
Get the Glock, get 'em gone
On the block, yeah-yeah, wit' them goons
Tryna' plot, you gon' lose
That bitch hot, but she rude
Now she not, got her nude
Uh, uh
At the club, yeah, the bitch want a pic', yeah
Steady asking, "What's that on the fit?," yeah
You don't wanna know, it cost a brick, yeah (Yeah)
On the fuckin juice, um
Yeah, she hot like Tucson
I need two like coupon
Need a group of 'em