Red Water

Ayy, who made it? Ugg made it, bitch

Like a thumb and a middle finger, bitch, I be snappin'

Wipe my ass with a twenty, I ran out of napkins

Rub her down with the Johnsons, I ain't talkin' magic

And I ain't gon' lie, I like mine a lil' ratchet

Got choppers same size as a newborn pony

My lil' friend a lil' more bigger than Tony

These sandwich-ass niggas, these niggas bologna

They never act the same when they not 'round they homie

I don't care about shit if that shit ain't a comma

Ran up a few racks in that '96 Honda

I get the bitch Rousey like her name was Ronda

Thеse white peoplе trippin' except for my mama

Bitch, I been in that water, I grew me some gills

Yeah, shit was fucked up, had to miss a few meals

Ayy, what's it gon' take for Lil 2z to sign?

Look, just give me five mil' and I swear it's a deal

Why you ask so much questions? You buggin' me out

Pull up just to fuck, after that, then you out

My dog pissed on the bed, gotta fuck on the couch

Got some shit put away if shit ever go south

Bet them niggas won't ride when you hit a few lumps

I'm not tryna love you, I'm just tryna hump

How the fuck I'ma love you? My heart barely pump

I'ma nut on her face if she voted for Trump

Plug late on the shipments, I told him to hurry

He sendin' some extras so I don't get worried

Ayy, fuck the rap shit, bitch, I'm still gettin' dirty

I'm ballin' like I fuck with Ayesha Curry

It was Syrian sandwiches, now it's zucchini

Noodles used to be ramen, but now they panini

When I don't got a haircut, I throw on my beanie

If she say she a dog, I'ma throw her the weenie

Eatin' five-star meals 'til my stomach get bloated

When I get the bread, I don't let it get moldy

Like my weed got a trigger, this shit keep me loaded

This shit came in last week and I already sold it

I'ma stack up the cheese, I ain't lettin' it melt

Got some contacts in LA with top of the shelf

You got fucked out your contract, I'm signed to myself

Got that bitch in my jacket, it's not on my belt

In that water, you either a shark or some tuna

How I run to the money, should've partnered with Puma

Ayy, move, bitch, get out the way like I'm Luda

Zone 2, Lynn Haven to clear all the rumors

I don't wanna fuck, you know Mar got bougie

They know I'ma ride for my dawg like I'm Stewie

Let me know this shit real, tat my name on your booty

If that bitch play her part, I might buy her some boobies

I'ma home run the bitch when we in the ninth inning

I'd rather just own it, I really hate renting

Go to sleep with my bread like I sleep in the kitchen

Got a cougar white bitch look like Hillary Clinton

I'ma be the same way 'til I'm buried and pale

I knew I'd be royals like I was Adele

I don't live 'bout no bitch, but I keep me some shells

Man, ashes to ashes, we all go to hell