New Red Bottoms lyrics

[Intro]
(sh*t, Dr8ko)

[Verse 1: Bedo]
They ain't even see this comin'
They be like, "Where you been?," everywhere, n*gga
I been after some money
You know, ho, money show money
I got this here all off a bunny
Run up them racks, okay
If we do ten, that's a bad day
You know I got to trap with the AK
If a n*gga want smoke, don't choke, leave a n*gga in the ashtray
Walked in with them racks like Serena and Venus
When it come to trap sh*t, I'm a genius
Glock twenty-six with a p*nis
I'ma wizard like Gilbert Arenas
With your b*tch gettin' really well treated
Had to tell, ha, like hell, she ain't need it
She tried to spit out my semen
I'ma need a freak b*tch to come clean it
f*ckin' three sisters at the same damn time, should've seen it
Like where the cash, b*tch? I need it
Hell of a b*tch, I mean it
We got rolls, stash the dope in the cleavage
Made five bands off a b*tch and didn't get to see her
In the county, made her send it to my people
f*cked up, swear to God served my people
Was f*cked up when no one didn't give a damn
I couldn't even leave it to Beaver
So I got to leave with my heater
The drank pour up at the liter
One deep, just me, two-seater
Finna pick up your b*tch, she a eater
[Chorus: Bedo]
New red bottoms, n*gga, I'ma real block bleeder
Straight off the pot like ether
Had to let the ho know off top I don't need her
Tonight goin' up on a feature
f*ck a rap n*gga, I don't need him
Hell naw, I don't know these people
So I'm clutchin' on the strap like it's legal
Big demon, I don't really like people
This a Glock, this is not desert eagle
Lookin' for the opps, so I'm slidin' in a Regal
Have my young n*gga come pop you for a feature
Glock on my waist, not no beaper
Servin' that butter, that pita
Have my youngins rob you for your sneakers
Now he fresh the hell, like it's easter

[Verse 2: Quin NFN]
I went up on the price on the feature
Hit his block, chopper sing like Alisha
Ayy, lil' bro still in the four posted up by the store
Tryna serve him a bow with this nina
All the diamonds too cold for a freezer
n*gga play in this b*tch, then it's over
Walk and church, you can smell my aroma
Baby, nine should've came with a stroller
Ayy, I came from the mud, n*ggas act like I ain't
Mama told me, "Don't crash," but I'm still tryna play
Why the f*ck y'all ain't slide? n*ggas know where I stay
Makin' money from P's that we got from the bay
Seventeen, I got caught on a lick with Lil' Teevo
But we didn't tell 'em nothin' so we made it out safe
Five-six but I'll still 'a get off any day
Put that Glock on his ass if he get in my face
Ayy, I be turnin' sh*t up, why they start me?
Press a button, start it up, f*ck a car key
Baby Drac', had to ride in the car seat
Still sellin' leaves of that green like parsley
Lot of racks, n*gga, we livin' gnarly
n*ggas scared on the low, where your heart be?
Brand new Benz twenty-twenty, a park me
V8 chase a n*gga down like Startsey
[Verse 3: Lil 2z]
Had let that ho know I don't need her f*ck sh*t
I been itchin' for money like a fiend for a fix
Ain't worried 'bout a n*gga, ain't stressin' a b*tch
He actin' too hard, tryin' not to act friendly
But I can see right through that n*gga like Nikki
I came up the harder way just like Penny
I'm too smooth with this sh*t, I can't let a ho trick me
Gotta make the first move before they can get me
Turn my b*tch to a grinder like her name was Brittney
When I crank up the Hemi, smoke come out the muffler
Momma knew Jllo was always a hustler
I can get you the product, just give me a custom (What you want?)
This sh*t steady boomin', it jump like a rabbit
I sleep with a fifty round under my matress
My life is a movie, it's so cinematic
Like Lil' Toosie, a puzzle can't figure me out
I be f*ckin' these hoes then I'm kickin' 'em out
If she talkin' too much, put some di*k in her mouth
You scared? Go to church, better talk to Jehova
It's twenty-four-eight, marijuana my odor
Still watchin' for rats, I'm still watchin' for cobras
I'm not tryna kick it, no, I'm not a leg
I can't entertain what a f*ck n*gga said
At the end of the day, I'ma get to the bread
[Chorus: Bedo]
New red bottoms, n*gga, I'ma real block bleeder
Straight off the pot like ether
Had to let the ho know off top I don't need her
Tonight goin' up on a feature
f*ck a rap n*gga, I don't need him
Hell naw, I don't know these people
So I'm clutchin' on the strap like it's legal
Big demon, I don't really like people
This a Glock, this is not desert eagle
Lookin' for the opps, so I'm slidin' in a Regal
Have my young n*gga come pop you for a feature
Glock on my waist, not no beaper
Servin' that butter, that pita
Have my youngins rob you for your sneakers
Now he fresh the hell, like it's easter

[Verse 3: Go Yayo]
Stand over the body, now I got his my blood on my sneakers
Forty go boom like a speaker
Murda Gang, b*tch, I'm the reaper
I like to hit 'em up broad day but my youngin' a creeper
Take flight late night with that heater
Get it hot like a fever
He say he can't wait, he be eatin'
Face Shot Gang, I'm a leader
My glizzy a freak, she a eater, I'll pop at your people
King of Texas, n*gga play, I'ma sleep 'em
Say he king of the murder but we never seen 'em
King of my city, I ain't showin' no pity
I ain't doin' no dissin', I'ma R.I.P. 'em
Grab the AK or I'ma A.R.P. 'em
Wet up his spot from the AM to PM
Come get your BM, she all in my DM
She say she want di*k, I'ma pay her to set 'em up
Get my youngin' to spray [?] wet 'em up
Shout to [?] now he f*cked
[?] now he stuck
f*ck n*gga smoke on [?] got hit with that buck-buck
f*ck the opps, drop the addy, I'm pushin' up
Murder gang, free smoke, try your luck, b*tch

[Chorus: Bedo]
New red bottoms, n*gga, I'ma real block bleeder
Straight off the pot like ether
Had to let the ho know off top I don't need her
Tonight goin' up on a feature
f*ck a rap n*gga, I don't need him
Hell naw, I don't know these people
So I'm clutchin' on the strap like it's legal
Big demon, I don't really like people
This a Glock, this is not desert eagle
Lookin' for the opps, so I'm slidin' in a Regal
Have my young n*gga come pop you for a feature
Glock on my waist, not no beaper
Servin' that butter, that pita
Have my youngins rob you for your sneakers
Now he fresh the hell, like it's easter