Bedo
New Red Bottoms
[Intro]
(Shit, Dr8ko)

[Verse 1: Bedo]
They ain't even see this comin'
They be like, "Where you been?," everywhere, n***a
I been after some money
You know, ho, money show money
I got this here all off a bunny
Run up them racks, okay
If we do ten, that's a bad day
You know I got to trap with the AK
If a n***a want smoke, don't choke, leave a n***a in the ashtray
Walked in with them racks like Serena and Venus
When it come to trap shit, I'm a genius
Glock twenty-six with a penis
I'ma wizard like Gilbert Arenas
With your bitch gettin' really well treated
Had to tell, ha, like hell, she ain't need it
She tried to spit out my semen
I'ma need a freak bitch to come clean it
Fuckin' three sisters at the same damn time, should've seen it
Like where the cash, bitch? I need it
Hell of a bitch, I mean it
We got rolls, stash the dope in the cleavage
Made five bands off a bitch and 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 when no one didn't give a damn
I couldn't even leave it to Beaver
So I got to leave with my heater
The drank pour up at the liter
One deep, just me, two-seater
Finna pick up your bitch, she a eater
[Chorus: Bedo]
New red bottoms, n***a, I'ma real block bleeder
Straight off the pot like ether
Had to let the ho know off top I don't need her
Tonight goin' up on a feature
Fuck a rap n***a, I don't need him
Hell naw, 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 a Regal
Have my young n***a come pop you for a feature
Glock on my waist, not no beaper
Servin' that butter, that pita
Have my youngins rob you for your sneakers
Now he fresh the hell, like it's easter

[Verse 2: Quin NFN]
I went up on the price on the feature
Hit his block, chopper sing like Alisha
Ayy, lil' bro still in the four posted up by the store
Tryna serve him a bow with this nina
All the diamonds too cold for a freezer
N***a play in this bitch, then it's over
Walk and church, you can smell my aroma
Baby, nine should've came with a stroller
Ayy, I came from the mud, n***as act like I ain't
Mama told me, "Don't crash," but I'm still tryna play
Why the fuck y'all ain't slide? N***as know where I stay
Makin' money from P's that we got from the bay
Seventeen, I got caught on a lick with Lil' Teevo
But we didn't tell 'em nothin' so we made it out safe
Five-six but I'll still 'a get off any day
Put that Glock on his ass if he get in my face
Ayy, I be turnin' shit up, why they start me?
Press a button, start it up, fuck a car key
Baby Drac', had to ride in the car seat
Still sellin' leaves of that green like parsley
Lot of racks, n***a, we livin' gnarly
N***as scared on the low, where your heart be?
Brand new Benz twenty-twenty, a park me
V8 chase a n***a down like Startsey
[Verse 3: Lil 2z]
Had let that ho know I don't need her fuck shit
I been itchin' for money like a fiend for a fix
Ain't worried 'bout a n***a, ain't stressin' a bitch
He actin' too hard, tryin' not to act friendly
But I can see right through that n***a like Nikki
I came up the harder way just like Penny
I'm too smooth with this shit, I can't let a ho trick me
Gotta make the first move before they can get me
Turn my bitch to a grinder like her name was Brittney
When I crank up the Hemi, smoke come out the muffler
Momma knew Jllo was always a hustler
I can get you the product, just give me a custom (What you want?)
This shit steady boomin', it jump like a rabbit
I sleep with a fifty round under my matress
My life is a movie, 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 Jehova
It's twenty-four-eight, marijuana my odor
Still watchin' for rats, I'm still watchin' for cobras
I'm not tryna kick it, no, I'm not a leg
I can't entertain what a fuck n***a said
At the end of the day, I'ma get to the bread
[Chorus: Bedo]
New red bottoms, n***a, I'ma real block bleeder
Straight off the pot like ether
Had to let the ho know off top I don't need her
Tonight goin' up on a feature
Fuck a rap n***a, I don't need him
Hell naw, 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 a Regal
Have my young n***a come pop you for a feature
Glock on my waist, not no beaper
Servin' that butter, that pita
Have my youngins rob you for your sneakers
Now he fresh the hell, like it's easter

[Verse 3: Go Yayo]
Stand over the body, now I got his my blood on my sneakers
Forty go boom like a speaker
Murda Gang, bitch, I'm the reaper
I like to hit 'em up broad day but my youngin' a creeper
Take flight late night with that heater
Get it hot like a fever
He say he can't wait, he be eatin'
Face Shot Gang, I'm a leader
My glizzy a freak, she a eater, I'll pop at your people
King of Texas, n***a play, I'ma sleep 'em
Say he king of the murder but we never seen 'em
King of my city, I ain't showin' no pity
I ain't doin' no dissin', I'ma R.I.P. 'em
Grab the AK or I'ma A.R.P. 'em
Wet up his spot from the AM to PM
Come get your BM, she all in my DM
She say she want dick, I'ma pay her to set 'em up
Get my youngin' to spray [?] wet 'em up
Shout to [?] now he fucked
[?] now he stuck
Fuck n***a smoke on [?] got hit with that buck-buck
Fuck the opps, drop the addy, I'm pushin' up
Murder gang, free smoke, try your luck, bitch

[Chorus: Bedo]
New red bottoms, n***a, I'ma real block bleeder
Straight off the pot like ether
Had to let the ho know off top I don't need her
Tonight goin' up on a feature
Fuck a rap n***a, I don't need him
Hell naw, 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 a Regal
Have my young n***a come pop you for a feature
Glock on my waist, not no beaper
Servin' that butter, that pita
Have my youngins rob you for your sneakers
Now he fresh the hell, like it's easter