Whole Lotta Red Part 3 lyrics

[Intro]
Ayy, one take, one take, one take
One take, one take, one take, one take, yeah
Go, go
One take, one take, one take, one take, one take, one take
One take, one take, one take, one take
One take, one take, ayy, ayy

[Verse]
Remember mе, I'm the same n*gga since a jit
I camе up in this b*tch with my clique and we lit
Pop bottles of that Henny, got that f*ckin' Remy
And she getting thick, boy I see her boy she pretty
A real n*gga and im [?] but i'm still saditty
I can't say that word too much but I just be sh*tting
On the world, my n*gga
I fell in love with them triggers
You know I been that n*gga
f*ck around and kill you n*gga
Ayy, this a real n*gga miracle
I'm not a rapper or a trapper but I'll kill you, fool
But I can move the dope quick like a quarterback
She gon' throw it back like a quarterback
Come thru with them choppers, then I'ma get you missing
Got you on a milk carton
Yeah, they say that you missing
On my di*k she kissing
Real sh*t, I'ma get you
Yeah you know, I'm a lick-hitter
Come through, I'm a brick-server
Come through, taking bricks
Come through, taking bricks
Come through, take your b*tch
Carol City in this b*tch
Zone 1 in this b*tch
West Atlanta in this b*tch
They can't stand me, I'm like Santa when I deliver that sh*t
From city to city, from state to state
Talk sh*t, leave you dead on the gate
When you leaving the crib
Got my di*k right here
Put it in her mouth
She gon' lick it right there
Lick the tip
Off rip
In the club, I don't throw money when she strip
Rob the strip club when them b*tches strip
I'ma hop out the motherf*cking whip stuntin'