[Intro]
All this what we doin'
Red Life
I told em, haha
Ooouuuvie
(Pxcoyo killed this beat, bitch) Uh
[Verse 1]
It's a Ooouuuvie
I keep the sticks like sushi, bitch in the two-seat'
She bougie
She say, "You gotta pay for the coochie" (Huh?)
Told her, "Uh-uh, mama, nah, nah, nah, nah
If you free then you free"
Yeah, I'm a dog but I fuck on two feet
Soon as you cum then you leave (Get outta here)
Keep two guns on me (Grr)
I call 'em my mood swings (Pow, pow, pow, pow, pow)
I just copped two rings, she like "What's that on your neck?"
I'm like, "Oh that's a pool king"
My mind ain't right, I know I got loose screws
That's why I keep me a toolie (Grr, pow)
Told niggas, "Ready or not, here I come"
That's word to the Fugees (Ooh)
Sorry for the wait, when I drop this tape
I swear it's like serving 'em a blue dream (Uh-huh)
Red life shit but my bloodie he crip
When he drip, you can see how that blue bleed
I ain't claiming that bitch, heard she a thot
Heard shorty played with few teams (No-no)
I'm young and I'm rich, yes, I'm a thot
And yes, I keep me a few tings (Uh-huh)
Smoking that Zaza, got yack in the māthā
I'm in Jamaica speaking that Patois (Wagwan), big up to the Gaza
B-I-P to my blood, a nigga fly high (Huh?), throw them Bs up, sky-high (Grr)
Heard you he beef, aim at his noodles, we'll turn that boy into pasta (Pop, pop, pop, pop)
My hitter a shotta, mm
All this what we doin'
Red Life
I told em, haha
Ooouuuvie
(Pxcoyo killed this beat, bitch) Uh
[Verse 1]
It's a Ooouuuvie
I keep the sticks like sushi, bitch in the two-seat'
She bougie
She say, "You gotta pay for the coochie" (Huh?)
Told her, "Uh-uh, mama, nah, nah, nah, nah
If you free then you free"
Yeah, I'm a dog but I fuck on two feet
Soon as you cum then you leave (Get outta here)
Keep two guns on me (Grr)
I call 'em my mood swings (Pow, pow, pow, pow, pow)
I just copped two rings, she like "What's that on your neck?"
I'm like, "Oh that's a pool king"
My mind ain't right, I know I got loose screws
That's why I keep me a toolie (Grr, pow)
Told niggas, "Ready or not, here I come"
That's word to the Fugees (Ooh)
Sorry for the wait, when I drop this tape
I swear it's like serving 'em a blue dream (Uh-huh)
Red life shit but my bloodie he crip
When he drip, you can see how that blue bleed
I ain't claiming that bitch, heard she a thot
Heard shorty played with few teams (No-no)
I'm young and I'm rich, yes, I'm a thot
And yes, I keep me a few tings (Uh-huh)
Smoking that Zaza, got yack in the māthā
I'm in Jamaica speaking that Patois (Wagwan), big up to the Gaza
B-I-P to my blood, a nigga fly high (Huh?), throw them Bs up, sky-high (Grr)
Heard you he beef, aim at his noodles, we'll turn that boy into pasta (Pop, pop, pop, pop)
My hitter a shotta, mm
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