Red Bentley (feat. Young Thug)

Lyrics

You do the bag
 That's what we on?
 (Murda on the beat, that's not nice, man)
 Okay, we on some crazy shit (woo!)
 Pissin' on my watch, like I got a bad bladder
 I'm simply fuckin' with shawty because her ass fatter
 All red Bentley truck, Alpha, Kappa
 They're checkin' my profile, no pic, I'm still fresher
 Drinkin' syrup, cookin' birds, snatch utensil
 Crawfish, nigga, jelly, salt as pepper
 Fresh Prince, Hublot, nigga, black and pink
 Every time I go in my jewelry box, gotta wear my mink
 And my drip expensive, 12-karat apiece
 All my tennis chains look like ear rings on obesity (yeah)
 All a nigga do is drink codeine, make at least a mil' a week (yeah)
 No limit, nigga
 Gon' see 'bout your dawg, want nothin' but some murders (yeah)
 It's a therapeutic, pop the new tags (yeah)
 When I piss on diamonds, you can smell the Xan' (yeah)
 I'm wipin' my ho down with gold, you don't understand (yeah)
 Niggas in Paris, I'm with the gang members in France (yeah)
 Got a half a ticket scattered on my hands (yeah)
 I'm on three drugs, I need a cat scan (yeah)
 Wipe the barrel off the nose of that yoppa (yeah)
 I got 'em comin' off the bench, Jamal Crawford (yeah)
 I kick my shit like Liu Kang, you know that counts (yeah)
 Cream and green Rolexes, you slime bastard (yeah)
 These bitches greet me on their knees 'cause I'm their master (yeah)
 I caught a tall European, and we wrestled (yeah)
 Wrist on a brick, uh, I was just servin' these nicks, uh
 You on the list, uh, on the Chi, you gon' get hit
 Pullin' on niggas sticks, think twice 'fore you diss
 Better not trust that bitch, better not swap your spit
 I'd rather cop me a whip, I can't diss no bitch
 Ten thousand dollars worth of clips, we ain't runnin' out of this shit
 Split a Percocet with the bitch, 500 pointers on my wrist
 I'm just an international nigga with the shit
 16 hoes at the Ruth Chris
 I got ten chains on me, ho, I ain't got nothin' against 2 Chainz (No)
 We got the block for our door, mama don't need no new paint
 We still Ferraris and vogues, hop out the jet and go hop on the boat
 A long way from maintain, gettin' head in the Mulsanne (let's go)
 The realest, the trillest, you know I'ma make sure the crew ate
 When the business get finished
 You get hundred racks and the blue Range
 I'm Dennis The Menace, I've been gettin' paid for a couple ages
 I get the racks from distortin' ladies, 500 mil' off a tour date
 Your bitch is eatin', fuck her, then we don't speak
 40 on me on pre-heat, diamonds on me like RiRi
 I need the neck, neck, gon' get on your knees
 This a brand-new TEC, gon' and feel that heat
 You should come get your ho, yeah, I just hit her
 Yeah, you kinda bad, but I'm kinda fuckin' on your sister
 Pluto said he don't give a fuck, those twin sisters
 But fuck twins, I need triplets, red bone like a piglet
 Uh, now, bitch, keep it movin'
 That's your nigga, bet I kill him, lil' bitch, I'm a bully
 With them niggas that pull triggers, please don't overlook it
 Big ass choppa-choppas, he couldn't even go to the doctor-doctor
 Money older than your father's father, yeah
 Pissin' on my watch, like I got a bad bladder
 I'm simply fuckin' with shawty because her ass fatter
 All red Bentley truck, Alpha, Kappa
 They're checkin' my profile, no pic, I'm still fresher
 Pissin' on my watch, like I got a bad bladder
 I'm simply fuckin' with shawty because her ass fatter
 All red Bentley truck, Alpha, Kappa
 They're checkin' my profile, no pic, I'm still fresher
 

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Duration
03:27
Key
10
Tempo
150 BPM

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