Red Ruby Da Sleeze (Freestyle) lyrics

[Intro]
Grahh, Get Money, Bizzy, haha

[Verse 1]
Look, I said let’s get straight to it
I done f*ck on b*tches friends and had them hoes going through it
Put my heart inside a box can't have a b*tch make me look stupid (at all)
If a b*tch wanna be petty, I’m like OK then let’s do it (let's start it up then)
Yeah, I think I’m just misunderstood, like
Can’t a b*tch talk sh*t about me, I get money, I feel good, (what else)
And I put on for the hood (what else)
Wear my jewelry around killers n*gga, I don't think you could
Give you a gun and tell you shoot it n*gga, I don't think you would
For real what the f*ck is up?
Why these n*ggas out here talkin’ like they really touching us?
Trappin’ in the winter just so I can f*ck the summer up
Putting weight to get this money up
My b*tch insecure I’m ‘bout to pay to get her tummy tucked
n*ggas get to scrambling, we sliding when it's sunny up
For cheese we do him greazy
n*ggas know my body b*tch, I'm heavy on the Sleezy
I do it for the trenches cuz I know them n*ggas need me
Trappin’ is a habit n*gga that was my first strategy
I’m outside getting money I don't know why this b*tch mad at me
All I think about is money, all she think about is b*tches
All she think about is hoes, all I think about is chicken
She must want me broke and in her face cuz I do not get it
Imma put the money first, then I put the b*tch second
She all on my phone like (who dis) I'm like keep guessing
And they know my body b*tch I’m outside with a big weapon
Yeah You know I’m Dior steppin’ or I got the forces on
Polo Tee & Polo drawers you know I keep the horses on
Pop out in an all-red fit look like the Source Awards
Pop out with a b*tch that these n*ggas never saw before
I done spent 5K on a fit I never wore before
I ain't crying over spilled milk, n*gga I lost before
Now a n*gga winning now, you know I be grinning now
I was just in orange jumpers skippin' n*ggas for the chow
Why you n*ggas playing ‘round, you tough n*gga say it loud
I ain’t gotta make a sound, I feel a way I’m spraying rounds
Act like you legally blind, P.O.P, hold it down
Used to open up for n*ggas, now I'm doing Rolling Loud
b*tch I feel litter than ever, but I’m still working
Shorty thought she had a come-up, SIKE that b*tch still twerking
How she tryna finesse me, I finesse b*tches
Shorty tryna stress me, I used to stress b*tches
Why she tryna play with my body like I ain’t G man
f*cked a lotta n*ggas b*tches but I keep it P man
Shorty light skin, brown skin, butter pecan
Kissing on her body, I just f*ck her on the weekend
She twist up her fingers when she with me I’m the Sleeze, man
(I was bout to go crazy)