Red Water lyrics

[Intro]
(Ayy, who made it? Milan made it, b*tch)

[Verse]
Like a thumb and a middle finger, b*tch, I be snappin'
Wipe my ass with a twenty, I ran out of napkins
Rub her down with the Johnsons, I ain't talkin' 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 n*ggas, these n*ggas bologna
They never act the same when they not 'round they homie
I don't care about sh*t if that sh*t ain't a comma
Ran up a few racks in that '96 Honda
I get the b*tch Rousey like her name was Ronda
Thеse white peoplе trippin' except for my mama
b*tch, I been in that water, I grew me some gills
Yeah, sh*t was f*cked 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 buggin' me out
Pull up just to f*ck, after that, then you out
My dog p*ssed on the bed, gotta f*ck on the couch
Got some sh*t put away if sh*t ever go south
Bet them n*ggas won't ride when you hit a few lumps
I'm not tryna love you, I'm just tryna hump
How the f*ck 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 sendin' some extras so I don't get worried
Ayy, f*ck the rap sh*t, b*tch, I'm still gettin' dirty
I'm ballin' like I f*ck 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
Eatin' 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 sh*t keep me loaded
This sh*t came in last week and I already sold it
I'ma stack up the cheese, I ain't lettin' it melt
Got some contacts in LA with top of the shelf
You got f*cked out your contract, I'm signed to myself
Got that b*tch 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, b*tch, get out the way like I'm Luda
Zone 2, Lynn Haven to clear all the rumors
I don't wanna f*ck, you know Mar got bougie
They know I'ma ride for my dawg like I'm Stewie
Let me know this sh*t real, tat my name on your booty
If that b*tch play her part, I might buy her some boobies
I'ma home run the b*tch 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 b*tch 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 b*tch, but I keep me some shells
Man, ashes to ashes, we all go to hell