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[Chorus]
(Opera)
Oh, oh, sippin' red, yeah
Off this Perc', feel like a zombie, Walking Dead, yeah
She sent a text, she wanna fuck, I left her on read, yeah
I don't want that bitch, I said I'd rather fuck her friend, yeah
[Verse 1]
That bitch is so high fashion, said she want some fuckin' VETEMENTS
Let me pick your mind, I really wanna see where your head is at
I can't waste no time, I got some motherfuckin' bread to get
I ain't sippin' on wine, I'm sippin' on that fuckin' red again
I'm ridin' 'round with my slimes, I feel like I'm the fuckin' president
I'm high off that Perc', I'm climbin', I think I might just OD again
Had to go change that climate, I think it's gettin' so hot in here
I think I want that slut, I think I want that bitch
I think I want that girl, just focus on gettin' rich
I might just give her the world, I'm far from average
She just want diamonds and pearls, I just wanna fuck the bitch (Opera)
Upside-down cross tatted on my right wrist
You know I'm high, I feel like I'm just out here flyin', yeah
Gotta open your eyes to realize how so fuckin' deep it gets
All I do is get fried, I'm high up off that fuckin' Perc', yeah
[Chorus]
Oh, oh, sippin' red, yeah
Off this Perc', feel like a zombie, Walking Dead, yeah
She sent a text, she wanna fuck, I left her on read, yeah
I don't want that bitch, I said I'd rather fuck her friend, yeah
[Verse 2]
Told her stop right there
I'm thumbin' through new money, not the shit I made last year
I'm fuckin' on a new bitch, not the bitch I fucked last year
And I'm a freaky bastard, I might fuck her on the stairs
Hit from the back, pull her hair
You know I stay in the lair
I'm blowin' down opps, oh yeah
I'm scorin' the pints, oh yeah
I'm pourin' the pints, oh yeah
I can't take shit back, I know I did what I did
I ain't even text her back and she takin' me serious
[Outro]
(Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah)
(Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah)
(Opera)
Oh, oh, sippin' red, yeah
Off this Perc', feel like a zombie, Walking Dead, yeah
She sent a text, she wanna fuck, I left her on read, yeah
I don't want that bitch, I said I'd rather fuck her friend, yeah
[Verse 1]
That bitch is so high fashion, said she want some fuckin' VETEMENTS
Let me pick your mind, I really wanna see where your head is at
I can't waste no time, I got some motherfuckin' bread to get
I ain't sippin' on wine, I'm sippin' on that fuckin' red again
I'm ridin' 'round with my slimes, I feel like I'm the fuckin' president
I'm high off that Perc', I'm climbin', I think I might just OD again
Had to go change that climate, I think it's gettin' so hot in here
I think I want that slut, I think I want that bitch
I think I want that girl, just focus on gettin' rich
I might just give her the world, I'm far from average
She just want diamonds and pearls, I just wanna fuck the bitch (Opera)
Upside-down cross tatted on my right wrist
You know I'm high, I feel like I'm just out here flyin', yeah
Gotta open your eyes to realize how so fuckin' deep it gets
All I do is get fried, I'm high up off that fuckin' Perc', yeah
[Chorus]
Oh, oh, sippin' red, yeah
Off this Perc', feel like a zombie, Walking Dead, yeah
She sent a text, she wanna fuck, I left her on read, yeah
I don't want that bitch, I said I'd rather fuck her friend, yeah
[Verse 2]
Told her stop right there
I'm thumbin' through new money, not the shit I made last year
I'm fuckin' on a new bitch, not the bitch I fucked last year
And I'm a freaky bastard, I might fuck her on the stairs
Hit from the back, pull her hair
You know I stay in the lair
I'm blowin' down opps, oh yeah
I'm scorin' the pints, oh yeah
I'm pourin' the pints, oh yeah
I can't take shit back, I know I did what I did
I ain't even text her back and she takin' me serious
[Outro]
(Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah)
(Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah)