Dashboard Redda & Dom Corleo

[Chorus: Redda]
(Pourin' up now) That bitch, she sip on some lean, I sip that red, not no green
Fuckin' that bitch in a— Uh, yeah, fuckin' that bitch, Louis sheets
And you know that we chasin' that bread and cheese
Tell that bitch "Give me head," go 'head like please
I can't wait 'til I'm dead and go way underneath
Yeah, that bitch, she want some bread, she's like, "Please," hm, hm
Two-twenty my motherfuckin' dashboard, bitch (I can't wait 'til I'm down)
Yeah, I stay with my bitch, we like Lilo and Stitch
I stay goin' too cool, I can't get a grip
They say, ''Lil' Redda, he fried,'' they say, ''Lil' Redda, he greasy,'' huh

[Verse 1: Redda]
I'm so motherfuckin' friеd, ain't know that I fucked on yo' bitch, yeah
I'm so goddamn high, my ex on thе Perc' on the stick
He wan' try us, lil' bitch, we got sticks
Come and try us, lil' bitch, we got blicks
Got a lil' bad bitch askin' me for a pack
Got a lil' bad bitch askin' me for some dick, huh
Pop me a motherfuckin' blue, that's a Avatar pill, huh
Lil' Redda off of the shrooms, now I know what that Avatar feels
Bitch wanna get next to me, lil' bitch want some ecstasy
Yeah, big bro, pass me the Bentley key, yeah
Bentayga baddie, that bitch on her knees, yeah
Balenciaga, it's matchin' my sneak, yeah
Balenciaga, the Strikes on my feet
I had the Fendi and Prada and Ricky the tee
I got Louis Vuitton, I said, ''Rest in peace, V"
Huh, R.I.P. V, huh, yeah, R.I.P. V
Yeah, R.I.P. V, huh, yeah, R.I.P. V