Red Bottoms lyrics

[Intro]
Ah
Bloody, bloody scene
Baby‚ YSL team

[Pre-Chorus]
Re-Re-Red bottoms on me‚ n*gga‚ better watch your step (Watch your step)
I walk in the room, all the ho's tuggin' on my belt (n*gga got ho's)
Yeah, a f*ck n*gga hatin' tell the n*gga that it's bad for your health (Bad for your health)
Ain't worried 'bout no n*gga‚ got shoes on the right and the left

[Chorus]
Tarzan, Tarzan
Got a lot of room, man
They understand where I came from‚ hey
Got the racks on the way, hey, hey
Got the ho's on the way, hey, hey

[Verse 1]
Got them ho's on the way, got them loads on the way
Glock ain't even got no safety, so a n*gga ain't safe
Why a n*gga contemplatin'? I'm gon' win the race
And why a n*gga throwin' shots when I know where y'all stay?
n*gga, go get you a bag, thirty shots do him bad
All I think about is cash, all I think about is cash
Y'all n*ggas, y'all don't get the memo
If we spin the block, we hittin' all the kinfolk
Bricks in the car, we poppin' his window
Ho playin' games I call her Nintendo
Yeah, it worked out in my favor
n*gga don't need a gun, I'll box a n*gga like Frazier
Respected by the OG's 'cause them the n*ggas who raised me
n*gga ever wanna try me, gon' head, meet your maker
[Pre-Chorus]
Re-Re-Red bottoms on me, n*gga, better watch your step (Watch your step)
I walk in the room, all the ho's tuggin' on my belt (n*gga got ho's)
Yeah, a f*ck n*gga hatin' tell the n*gga that it's bad for your health (Nad for your health)
Ain't worried 'bout no n*gga, got shoes on the right and the left

[Chorus]
Tarzan, Tarzan
Got a lot of room, man
They understand where I came from, hey
Got the racks on the way, hey, hey
Got the ho's on the way, hey, hey

[Verse 2]
Baby, let's do it
Y'all still over there poppin', tell a f*ck n*gga, "Get to it"
n*gga high, airplane mode, n*gga, I'm cruisin'
Yeah, yeah, I do it, yeah, n*gga I do it (Turn-up slime ball)
Big bankroll in these britches
Talk about the cash, young n*gga count plenty
Chef Boyardee way a n*gga whip it
Shoot a n*gga RV if he livin' in it
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I made a wave
Before I go Michael Phelps in the pus*y, lil' b*tch better shave
Yeah, yeah, lil' b*tch got no manners
Black and white diamonds on me like a Panda
Drop syrup in the drink, I f*ck up the Phantom
AK-47 with a banana
Red bottoms on me bleed like I just left a murder scene
I beat that lil' pus*y down 'til it cream
It'll be a World War Three 'bout Keed
[Pre-Chorus]
Re-Re-Red bottoms on me, n*gga, better watch your step (Watch your step)
I walk in the room, all the ho's tuggin' on my belt (n*gga got ho's)
Yeah, a f*ck n*gga hatin' tell the n*gga that it's bad for your health (Bad for your health)
Ain't worried 'bout no n*gga, got shoes on the right and the left

[Chorus]
Tarzan, Tarzan
Got a lot of room, man
They understand where I came from, hey
Got the racks on the way, hey, hey
Got the ho's on the way, hey, hey