Red Bottoms

[Intro]
Ah
Bloody, bloody scene
Baby‚ YSL team

[Pre-Chorus]
Re-Re-Red bottoms on me‚ nigga‚ better watch your step (Watch your step)
I walk in the room, all the ho's tuggin' on my belt (Nigga got ho's)
Yeah, a fuck nigga hatin' tell the nigga that it's bad for your health (Bad for your health)
Ain't worried 'bout no nigga‚ got shoes on the right and the left

[Chorus]
Tarzan, Tarzan
Got a lot of room, man
They understand where I came from‚ hey
Got the racks on the way, hey, hey
Got the ho's on the way, hey, hey

[Verse 1]
Got them ho's on the way, got them loads on the way
Glock ain't even got no safety, so a nigga ain't safe
Why a nigga contemplatin'? I'm gon' win the race
And why a nigga throwin' shots when I know where y'all stay?
Nigga, go get you a bag, thirty shots do him bad
All I think about is cash, all I think about is cash
Y'all niggas, y'all don't get the memo
If we spin the block, we hittin' all the kinfolk
Bricks in the car, we poppin' his window
Ho playin' games I call her Nintendo
Yeah, it worked out in my favor
Nigga don't need a gun, I'll box a nigga like Frazier
Respected by the OG's 'cause them the niggas who raised me
Nigga ever wanna try me, gon' head, meet your maker

[Pre-Chorus]
Re-Re-Red bottoms on me, nigga, better watch your step (Watch your step)
I walk in the room, all the ho's tuggin' on my belt (Nigga got ho's)
Yeah, a fuck nigga hatin' tell the nigga that it's bad for your health (Nad for your health)
Ain't worried 'bout no nigga, got shoes on the right and the left

[Chorus]
Tarzan, Tarzan
Got a lot of room, man
They understand where I came from, hey
Got the racks on the way, hey, hey
Got the ho's on the way, hey, hey

[Verse 2]
Baby, let's do it
Y'all still over there poppin', tell a fuck nigga, "Get to it"
Nigga high, airplane mode, nigga, I'm cruisin'
Yeah, yeah, I do it, yeah, nigga I do it (Turn-up slime ball)
Big bankroll in these britches
Talk about the cash, young nigga count plenty
Chef Boyardee way a nigga whip it
Shoot a nigga RV if he livin' in it
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I made a wave
Before I go Michael Phelps in the pussy, lil' bitch better shave
Yeah, yeah, lil' bitch got no manners
Black and white diamonds on me like a Panda
Drop syrup in the drink, I fuck up the Phantom
AK-47 with a banana
Red bottoms on me bleed like I just left a murder scene
I beat that lil' pussy down 'til it cream
It'll be a World War Three 'bout Keed

[Pre-Chorus]
Re-Re-Red bottoms on me, nigga, better watch your step (Watch your step)
I walk in the room, all the ho's tuggin' on my belt (Nigga got ho's)
Yeah, a fuck nigga hatin' tell the nigga that it's bad for your health (Bad for your health)
Ain't worried 'bout no nigga, got shoes on the right and the left

[Chorus]
Tarzan, Tarzan
Got a lot of room, man
They understand where I came from, hey
Got the racks on the way, hey, hey
Got the ho's on the way, hey, hey