Bitch I love the red
Go cop me a car and paint it all in red
Shit, I might be trippin' see these visions in my head
I don't like to write, but i fill him up with lead
Bitch I'm very picky, take the crust off of my bread
Bitch I love the red
Go cop me a car and paint it all in red
Shit, I might be trippin' see these visions in my head
I don't like to write, but i fill him up with lead
Bitch I'm very picky, take the crust off of my bread
Yeah, um
Niggas is stealing my style and all
Too impatient when I f*ck, I get my nut, give her dick and some Tylenol
"Money, more money" I'm thinking
Drop money on drip and I let that shit sink in
Pour red while I get head, don't ask me what the f*ck I'm sippin
Pop tags for fun
What you pop?
Nigga none
Come get yo bitch
She let me put honey all over here buns, uh
Don't act surprised
Yo bitch is a runner, all she do is run
She with the gang
She finna suck till somebody done
Bitch I love the red
Go cop me a car and paint it all in red
Shit, I might be trippin' see these visions in my head
I don't like to write, but i fill him up with lead
Bitch I'm very picky, take the crust off of my bread
Bitch I love the red
Go cop me a car and paint it all in red
Shit, I might be trippin' see these visions in my head
I don't like to write, but i fill him up with lead
Bitch I'm very picky, take the crust off of my bread
Bag that bitch, like i was working at Target, huh
Chill, chill, relax, take a step back
I turn him to Harden, huh
F*ck it this way too much green, I might as well go home and start me a garden, huh
Bitch asking me for percs, she tryna get higher than high like a Martian, huh
Yeah
Trip off a bean
F*ck it I left from the scene
Told me she horny and touching my jeans
I'm flaw, for putting my dick in her spleen
I think I'm cold ice cream machine
Christmas, I'm lit, St. Augustine
F*ck 'round get up like Zach Lavine
Bitch I love the red
Go cop me a car and paint it all in red
Shit, I might be trippin' see these visions in my head
I don't like to write, but i fill him up with lead
Bitch I'm very picky, take the crust off of my bread
Bitch I love the red
Go cop me a car and paint it all in red
Shit, I might be trippin' see these visions in my head
I don't like to write, but i fill him up with lead
Bitch I'm very picky, take the crust off of my bread
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Bitch I love the red
Go cop me a car and paint it all in red
Shit, I might be trippin' see these visions in my head
I don't like to write, but i fill him up with lead
Bitch I'm very picky, take the crust off of my bread
Bitch I love the red
Go cop me a car and paint it all in red
Shit, I might be trippin' see these visions in my head
I don't like to write, but i fill him up with lead
Bitch I'm very picky, take the crust off of my bread
Yeah, um
Niggas is stealing my style and all
Too impatient when I f*ck, I get my nut, give her dick and some Tylenol
"Money, more money" I'm thinking
Drop money on drip and I let that shit sink in
Pour red while I get head, don't ask me what the f*ck I'm sippin
Pop tags for fun
What you pop?
Nigga none
Come get yo bitch
She let me put honey all over here buns, uh
Don't act surprised
Yo bitch is a runner, all she do is run
She with the gang
She finna suck till somebody done
Bitch I love the red
Go cop me a car and paint it all in red
Shit, I might be trippin' see these visions in my head
I don't like to write, but i fill him up with lead
Bitch I'm very picky, take the crust off of my bread
Bitch I love the red
Go cop me a car and paint it all in red
Shit, I might be trippin' see these visions in my head
I don't like to write, but i fill him up with lead
Bitch I'm very picky, take the crust off of my bread
Bag that bitch, like i was working at Target, huh
Chill, chill, relax, take a step back
I turn him to Harden, huh
F*ck it this way too much green, I might as well go home and start me a garden, huh
Bitch asking me for percs, she tryna get higher than high like a Martian, huh
Yeah
Trip off a bean
F*ck it I left from the scene
Told me she horny and touching my jeans
I'm flaw, for putting my dick in her spleen
I think I'm cold ice cream machine
Christmas, I'm lit, St. Augustine
F*ck 'round get up like Zach Lavine
Bitch I love the red
Go cop me a car and paint it all in red
Shit, I might be trippin' see these visions in my head
I don't like to write, but i fill him up with lead
Bitch I'm very picky, take the crust off of my bread
Bitch I love the red
Go cop me a car and paint it all in red
Shit, I might be trippin' see these visions in my head
I don't like to write, but i fill him up with lead
Bitch I'm very picky, take the crust off of my bread
Go cop me a car and paint it all in red
Shit, I might be trippin' see these visions in my head
I don't like to write, but i fill him up with lead
Bitch I'm very picky, take the crust off of my bread
Bitch I love the red
Go cop me a car and paint it all in red
Shit, I might be trippin' see these visions in my head
I don't like to write, but i fill him up with lead
Bitch I'm very picky, take the crust off of my bread
Yeah, um
Niggas is stealing my style and all
Too impatient when I f*ck, I get my nut, give her dick and some Tylenol
"Money, more money" I'm thinking
Drop money on drip and I let that shit sink in
Pour red while I get head, don't ask me what the f*ck I'm sippin
Pop tags for fun
What you pop?
Nigga none
Come get yo bitch
She let me put honey all over here buns, uh
Don't act surprised
Yo bitch is a runner, all she do is run
She with the gang
She finna suck till somebody done
Bitch I love the red
Go cop me a car and paint it all in red
Shit, I might be trippin' see these visions in my head
I don't like to write, but i fill him up with lead
Bitch I'm very picky, take the crust off of my bread
Bitch I love the red
Go cop me a car and paint it all in red
Shit, I might be trippin' see these visions in my head
I don't like to write, but i fill him up with lead
Bitch I'm very picky, take the crust off of my bread
Bag that bitch, like i was working at Target, huh
Chill, chill, relax, take a step back
I turn him to Harden, huh
F*ck it this way too much green, I might as well go home and start me a garden, huh
Bitch asking me for percs, she tryna get higher than high like a Martian, huh
Yeah
Trip off a bean
F*ck it I left from the scene
Told me she horny and touching my jeans
I'm flaw, for putting my dick in her spleen
I think I'm cold ice cream machine
Christmas, I'm lit, St. Augustine
F*ck 'round get up like Zach Lavine
Bitch I love the red
Go cop me a car and paint it all in red
Shit, I might be trippin' see these visions in my head
I don't like to write, but i fill him up with lead
Bitch I'm very picky, take the crust off of my bread
Bitch I love the red
Go cop me a car and paint it all in red
Shit, I might be trippin' see these visions in my head
I don't like to write, but i fill him up with lead
Bitch I'm very picky, take the crust off of my bread
Writer: Nejay Hyde
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid