[Chorus: Yeat]
I say you sit with me
Inside the red rove
Bitch don't understand, huh
I just walk and dance, huh
Look at all these bands, huh
Yeah, I know it's bad, huh
But I know I can, huh
Red rove, red rove, red rove
Red rove, red rove, red rove
Red rove, diamond, red rove
Red rove…

[Verse: Yeat & Summrs]
...red rove, gun show, red rove on me
We shot six shots from this blick (I'm in a rove, ooh-ahh)
I walk down with these sticks, I got yo' bitch on me
You don't even know no 'bout shit 'bout shit online (Woo)
We don't even need no gun, we step in, stab you with a knife (Woo)
You thought this shit was a joke, bitch, this for life (LYFESTYLE)
Suppressor on that Glock, bitch, and a pistol on my side
Change it, I said paint rove
Ain't nowhere I can't go
Money, money, money, money, money, I like money (Money)
I like money, your bitch look at you funny