Your baby on me look nice
Your lady on me look nice
Boi trust me I am so trife
If she look twice ima cook her no ice
Money comin I don't use the phone
Throw a signal w my hand to my cabrone
Knockem down
I'll set em up and hell knockem down
20 zippers on me no jacket
No gps and we road map it
Driver on adrenal and yellow jackets
We don't drive unless the pussy want the whole package
That's 20 grand off in Reebok baggage
For 20 racks we both need a ratchet
Remember we used to split our sandwich
Watch my six if he flinch boi lettem have it

Oh oh oh
That's that red pit
That's my red bitch
That's that red whip
I cook it up in kool aid it got that red tint

Gottem clamoring
Got your mans and them orderin up hammers and
They say they want war I don't think they understanding man
Ive sat on a boy for months to learn his patterns and
That's my red whip
That's my red bitch
That's my red pit
When my dogs get a sniff boi your dead shit
The 80s on me look nice
I got 80 on me cocaine white
Run the big plays like J Rice
For the sushi they get to me they gonna gimme life