Red Water

(专辑： Ashes 2 Ashes - 2020)

(Ayy, who made it? Ugg made it, bitch)

Like a thumb and a middle finger, bitch, I be snapping
Wipe my ass with a twenty, I ran out of napkins
Rub her down with the Johnsons, I ain't talking 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
These white people tripping 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 bugging 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 sending some extras so I don't get worried
Ayy, fuck the rap shit, bitch, I'm still getting dirty
I'm balling 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
Eating 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 letting 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