Sippin’ On Red* lyrics

How the f*ck did this sh*t get so tragic?
Rose gold this a big ass patek
Yeah, I'm countin' the bread while your b*tch in my bed
Hi-tech this bloody I'm sippin' on red
[?]
Rip to the bank b*tch I'm countin' them deads
Check my name [?] she do what I said
But you couldn't do that on the low [?]
Rocking Jordans ain't chasing no ho ain't no crease
I just bless you lil' ho I'm the pope I'm the priest
I'm in love with the bread I'm in love with the yeast
My numbers go up every time I release
And this b*tch [?] lil don from the east
Every time that n*gga drop it decrease