Red Tonight lyrics

[Chorus]
(I...)
(I-I love you)
I get bands (Bands)
I get bands, so she gon' listen
Not yo' mans, you not gang, give no f*ck 'bout your religion (Give no f*ck)
Not my ho, so why you b*tchin'?
So many ho's, tryna audition (Ahhh)
Why my ex ho steady trippin'? (Trippin')
n*ggas ho's, they steady b*tchin' (b*tchin')
All these blue's, I think I'm Crippin' (Crippin')
You not me so she not pickin' (Yeah)
In that kitchen, b*tch, I'm whippin'
That Wockeisha, b*tch, I'm sippin' (Bleh, yeah)
Love my name, she like, "It's givin'"
I can't cuff, lil' b*tch, I'm pimpin'
(I'm seein' red)
I'm seein' red tonight

[Verse 1]
You wanna hop on my bed? Alright
Big ass-Bi-Big ass gun, I-I-I don't fight
Yo-You goin' left, I-I-I'm goin' right
b*tch, I'm strapped up like a Dyke
In the trap, smoke Dope, b*tch, I'm higher then Kite
Dutt Pack, b*tch, I feel like I'm Flight
Man down, he gon' need him some might
Hеy! You wanna take it to war?
I'm goin' up, gotta pray to the Lord
You not my man's, yo' ass get backdoorеd (No!)
Ye-Yeah, push the pedal to the floor
Yeah, sh-she want me? I'm like, "Sure"
Never lose, I'm a bad sport
She want the di*k, that's all that she ask for (No!)
You wanna talk down? Then we on yo' ass
Let the Weatherman tell you the forecast
We gon' leave a n*gga arm up in the cast
Give me head, b*tch, 'cause yo' pus*y trash (No!)
Leave his Mom cryin' 'cause we did 'em bad
And them bands hittin' like a Youtube Ad
I'm a young n*gga, always skippin' class
f*ck love, b*tch, I'm never into that (No!)
[Verse 2]
Yeah (Yeah, yeah)
Huh (Huh, huh)
I'm so high, I'm above
Hi-Hit me that...
Hi-Hi-Hit me that lick in them Gucci gloves, uh
You not my mans, my bruv'
You know it's forever n*gga, f*ck love
Hella guns, b*tch, I feel like the Gov'
I'm finna wrap on yo' bih' like a Sub... (Wrap on yo' bih' like a Sub...) (I'm finna wrap on yo' bih' like a Sub... ) (Wrap on yo' bih' like a Sub...) (Wrap on yo' bih' like a-)

[Chorus]
(I...)
(I-I love you)
I get bands (Bands)
I get bands, so she gon' listen
Not yo' mans, you not gang, give no f*ck 'bout your religion (Give no f*ck)
Not my ho, so why you b*tchin'?
So many ho's, tryna audition (Ahhh)
Why my ex ho steady trippin'? (Trippin')
n*ggas ho's, they steady b*tchin' (b*tchin')
All these blue's, I think I'm Crippin' (Crippin')
You not me so she not pickin' (Yeah)
In that kitchen, b*tch, I'm whippin'
That Wockeisha, b*tch, I'm sippin' (Bleh, yeah)
Love my name, she like, "It's givin'"
I can't cuff, lil' b*tch, I'm pimpin'
I'm seein' red tonight
I-I'm seein' red tonight (I'm seein' red tonight)
I'm seein' red tonight
I'm seein' red tonight
I'm seein' red tonight
I'm seein' red tonight
I'm seein' red tonight
I-I'm seein' red tonight
(i'm seein' red tonight...)
(No!)
(No!)
(No!)
(No!)
[Outro: Marrgielaa]
One rough ridger, bruh, like, look at this man, bruh, look at this grown man!...
(I-I)
(I-I)
This is somebodys favorite Prod', bruh, he tryna play victim, bro, you is not a victim...
You is the attacker, bruh...
Heh...
You is the Predator of the situation! Heh-heh, heah-heah...
You-You...
You-You's the who started the touch
You's the one with the Cheese Touch, bruh, I-I ain't takin' you serious, bro...
You a grown ass man...
Named rough rider, like, bro-