Red Wine! Lyrics

Man, what the fuck is going on here, man?

What the fuck is this, man?

Drop this shit.

You see one thing about me

I have never been second at anything

I have never been a follower

All my life, I have been at the front of the motherfucking pack

Setting trends

Making a way for young niggas to make money

So when you young niggas look at me,

I who you motherfucking want to be

I stay bossed' up

Keep a bad bitch,

And run this sack up on the regular

DJ Paul, let's get this shit

Real nigga, real nigga, real nigga radio

On the teeth

On the teeth

On the teeth

On the teeth

On the teeth

I just popped three tabs to stay up, I don't get no sleep

She say I fuck good on codeine

That bitch pussy is not that deep

Had to throw her in a water creek

Probably in the Navy pier

Disappear

Disappear

I don't even need that bitch here no more

She's still going to buy me Ksubi clothes

She gon' probably buy me a thirty stick

To go up on my F&N

I don't leave the crib without my stick

This my bitch

This my bestest' friend

He don't even know about 5-5-6

But this is my bitch too

This my evil twin

She don't even know why she's still here

But she's gon' to turn up until it's day to night

She's trying to eat, but she don't play it right

I'm trying to sleep because I'm high on two 30mg Percs'

Perky' 10

Perky' 10

She's gon' take them hoes again

20 day

30 day

That's when she's gon' love again

She's always falling in love again

But I can't love no more

She told me she can't stay

But this bitch never wants to let it go

I'm gon' skirt' the whip

Them bitches be full of birds, Them hoes go A to Z

I'm out of that kickstand

Please don't get fanned'

Please don't end up on a tee

Perc' 30

I took two Perky 30s, but I still can't go to sleep

I be off that yak when I got blicks', bitch I can't roll in peace

Fan

Fanned

Fanned

Fanned

Fanned

Fanned

Fanned out

Now a nigga got tanned' out

Young lil' nigga got cooked up

Young lil' nigga got burned down

Young lil' nigga talks so tough

Young lil' nigga got walked down

He thought we wouldn't get him, but we ran inside his whole house

He thought he won't die, but we be killing behind some low amounts

He thinks he's important, but he's a score up on the chalkboard

I bet I can find out where his pack is off a waterboard

They had told J-W!LL to chill out, they said chill, that might be over

I threw money on my bitch

She likes to fuck me on a money floor

On a money floor

She's a money whore

She's a money whore

On a money floor

I don't want no trust-

I don't want no-

I be in her guts

I don't want trust,

I don't want love

I just make her trust me so she can give me what I want

I just made her fall in love, now that bitch finna' give it all

Every time she sees me, she gets mad

Because I be missing all her calls

(All her fucking calls)

That bitch not the one, I might just cut her off

(Cut her off)

I don't fall in love, bae, I just shrug it off

(I just shrugged it off)

She can't help but slip, that bitch can't help but fall

All up in my voicemails when she's drinking all that alcohol

Alcohol

Blitz

Bitch

Chirp, chirp, chirp, chirp

Hey

Yeah

Yeah yeah

Bling

Bling

Bling bling