Skeleton WLR lyrics

[Chorus: Playboi Carti]
Whole lotta red, uh
Whole lotta red
One shot to the head (One shot to the head)
n*gga, you dead
I don't give a f*ck 'bout a n*gga
Kill a n*gga off red
Just bought a new K
That's a brand new leg
Got a brand new b*tch
That's some brand new friends, huh
Got a brand new bag, hold up
And some brand new ends, hold up
Got a brand new coupe, uh
That's a brand new Benz, huh
Got a brand new watch, uh
Skeleton, hold up (What?)

[Verse 1: Playboi Carti]
BD, huh (What?)
That's a bust-down, huh
Shawty get down, huh (Hop in the back)
Shawty come 'round, huh (What?)
Shawty know (Uh)
Ain't a n*gga I trust (Yeah)
I hit a hole in your gut, yeah, uh (Snitch)
Bullets, they rush (Yeah)
I turned that ho to a sl*t (Ah)
Shawty gon' f*ck (Ayy)
We pour that four in thе stuff
I wanna f*ck this sh*t up
I'm goin' too fast, what the f*ck?
Where thе hell we goin'?
Yeah, slatt gotta f*ck her first 'cause I don't know
Yeah, slatt gotta f*ck that ho, it ain't my ho (Hold up)
Yeah, slatt gotta touch that ho, that ain't my ho (Slatt)
f*ck up (Buh-buh-buh-buh-buh)
Gone
Hit them bullets right-right to your dome
[Chorus: Playboi Carti]
Whole lotta red, uh
Whole lotta red
One shot to the head (One shot to the head)
n*gga, you dead
I don't give a f*ck 'bout a n*gga
Kill a n*gga off red
Just bought a new K
That's a brand new leg
Got a brand new b*tch
That's some brand new friends, huh
Got a brand new bag, hold up
And some brand new ends, hold up
Got a brand new coupe, uh
That's a brand new Benz, huh
Got a brand new watch, uh
Skeleton, hold up

[Verse 2: MAYZiN]
Got a brand new flow (Got a brand new flow)
And a whole lot more (And a whole lot more)
And I come from the back, when we wanna knock we kick down doors (We kick down doors)
Said, it's bad repercussions when n*ggas start bussin'
My homie been sick, he been sippin' on tussin'
My father was waitin', they fightin', they fussin'
I give n*ggas hits and they get a concussion
My phone is on 7%, I'm on to every event
Always be talking to God, I been doin' things that I repent
When they see me, they give me a nod
Mr. [?], I be on the fence
'Cause I can't trust my n*ggas at all, so my homie gon' walk with a limp
Yeah, mixin' the mint
Off topic, hot topic
Y'all out rock shopping, I'm out jaw droppin'
That's just how he move, ayy
Don't f*ck with his groove, he practice what he preaches
Only 24 years old with more dough than his teachers
[Chorus: Playboi Carti]
Whole lotta red, uh
Whole lotta red
One shot to the head (One shot to the head)
n*gga, you dead
I don't give a f*ck 'bout a n*gga
Kill a n*gga off red
Just bought a new K
That's a brand new leg
Got a brand new b*tch
That's some brand new friends, huh
Got a brand new bag, hold up
And some brand new ends, hold up
Got a brand new coupe, uh
That's a brand new Benz, huh
Got a brand new watch, uh
Skeleton, hold up