Red lyrics

[Intro]
(That's [?])
Yeah
She be sippin' red wine, I be sippin' red drank
I could make some-
Yeah

[Chorus]
She be sippin' red wine, I be sippin' red drank
I could make some headlines, go and break the damn bank
Yeah, f*ckin' on yo' b*tch, made the bed shake
I got gas all in my blunt, they like, "Ya damn stink"

[Verse 1]
b*tches always b*tchin', so I smoke to stop my headaches
Poured up in a Faygo, so I'm lovin' how that red taste
Ballin' like I'm Luka, b*tch, I'm playin' at my own pace
I ain't smokin' hookah, take a 'wood [off?] to my own face
We just stuffed a wood in that ho [?] just likе a [?]
All these b*tches geekin' in thе spot, it's like they all nerds
I got a bad b*tch, I swear she got all curves
f*ckin' b*tches, ballin' on 'em, [wheeled?] up in the Converse
I don't wanna converse, I don't wanna conversate
I'm up off this 'za today, I can't even contemplate
That lil' b*tch a junkie, she said, "Can I pop a oxy, bae?"
My b*tch caught me cheatin', she tried throwin' all my Crocs away
Damn
I said, "Baby, I'm a rockstar"
Hi-Tech, sippin' 'cause we couldn't find the Wockhardt
Only thing I fear is them people in them cop cars
Underground legend in this sh*t, f*ck a top chart
[Chorus]
She be sippin' red wine, I be sippin' red drank
I could make some headlines, go and break the damn bank
Yeah, f*ckin' on yo' b*tch, made the bed shake
I got gas all in my blunt, they like, "He damn stink"

[Interlude]
(Yeah)
(They like, "He damn stink") What?
([?], they like he damn stink) He stink
Gas all in my blunt like he damn stink

[Verse 2]
Yeah
Fell asleep, woke up, it was 2:30
b*tches in the crib still, f*ck it, poppin' two Perkies
Lil' bro keep a bowl on him, just like I'ma new jersey
Glock [?], Jordan in the clip, I don't do Currys
Get it? It's a seventeen, I'm movin' on to better things
Kobe Bryant, stayed down and built me up a better team
f*ck Mike, I'm the G.O.A.T., lil' b*tch, I need seven rings
Fast brake, runnin' through the game, full head of steam
Glocky got a red-ish beam, so I'ma call the [?]
I got designer head to toe, lil' b*tch, I'm dressin' like I scam
Bad b*tch was actin' lame, I had to block her like I'm Bam
Callin' plays in L.A., lil' b*tch, I feel like Darvin Ham
That b*tch try ask, "Am I in love?", I said, "I don't think I am"
For no b*tch above my brothers, b*tch, I'm rockin' wit' the fam'
Backwood stuffed tight, that's a whole lotta grams
They was cookin' yola, I was on that NBA jam