Future, Juice WRLD, Young Thug - Red Bentley lyrics

Nayvadius DeMun Wilburn

Juice WRLD [Jarad Anthony Higgins]

[Future, Juice WRLD, Young Thug - Red Bentley lyrics]

You do the bag that's what we on?
(Murda on the beat, that's not nice, man)
Okay, we on some crazy shit (Woo)

Pissin' on my watch, like I got a bad bladder
I'm simply fuckin' with shawty
Because her ass fatter
All red Bentley truck, Alpha, Kappa
They're checkin' my profile, no pic
I'm still fresher

Drinkin' syrup, cookin' birds, snatch utensil
Crawfish, nigga, jelly, salt as pepper
Fresh Prince, Hublot, nigga, black and pink
Every time I go in my jewelry box
Gotta wear my mink
And my drip expensive, 12 karat apiece
All my tennis chains look
Like earrings on obese (yeah)
All a nigga do is drink codeine
Make at least a mil' a week (yeah)
No limit, nigga, gon' see 'bout your dawg
Want nothin' but some murders (yeah)
It's a Therapedic, pop the new tags (yeah)
When I piss on diamonds
You can smell the Xan (yeah)
I'm wipin' my ho down with gold
You don't understand (yeah)
Niggas in Paris
I'm with the gang members in France (yeah)
Got a half a ticket scattered on my hands
(yeah)
I'm on three drugs, I need a cat scan (yeah)
Wipe the barrel off the nose of that yoppa
(yeah) i got 'em comin' off the bench
Jamal Crawford (yeah)

I kick my shit like Liu Kang
You know that counts (yeah)
Cream and green Rolexes, slime bastard (yeah)
These bitches greet me on their
Knees 'cause I'm their master (yeah)
I caught a tall European and we wrestled
(yeah) wrist on a brick, uh, I
Was just servin' these nicks, uh
You on the list, uh, on the Chi
You gon' get hit pullin' on niggas sticks
Think twice 'fore you diss
Better not trust that bitch
Better not swap your spit
I'd rather cop me a whip
I can't diss no bitch
10 thousand dollars worth of clips
We ain't runnin' out of this shit
Split a Percocet with the bitch
500 pointers on my wrist
I'm just an international nigga
With the shit, 16 hoes at the Ruth Chris
I got 10 chains on me, ho
I ain't got nothin' against 2 Chainz (No)
We got the block for our door
Mama don't need no new paint
We still Ferraris and vogues
Hop out the jet and go hop on the boat
A long way from maintain
Gettin' head in the Mulsanne (Let's go)
The realest, the trillest
You know I'ma make sure the crew ate
When the business get finished
You get hundred racks and the blue Wraith
I'm Dennis The Menace
I've been gettin' paid for a couple ages
I get the racks from extortin’ ladies
500 mil' off a tour date

Your bitch is eatin', fuck her
Then we don't speak 40 on me on pre heat
Diamonds on me like RiRi
I need the neck, neck, gon' get on your knees
This a brand new TEC, gon' and feel that heat
You should come get your ho, yeah
I just hit her yeah, you bad
But I'm kinda fuckin' on your sister
Pluto said he don't give a fuck
Those twin sisters
But fuck twins, I need triplets
Redbone like a piglet
Uh, now, bitch, keep it movin'
That's your nigga, bet I
Kill him, lil' bitch, i'm a bully
With them niggas that pull triggers, please
Don't overlook it big ass choppa-choppas
He couldn't even go to the doctor doctor
Money older than your father's father, yeah

Pissin' on my watch, like I got a bad bladder
I'm simply fuckin' with shawty
Because her ass fatter
All red Bentley truck, Alpha, Kappa
They're checkin' my profile, no pic
I'm still fresher
Pissin' on my watch, like I got a bad bladder
I'm simply fuckin' with shawty
Because her ass fatter
All red Bentley truck, Alpha, Kappa
They're checkin' my profile, no pic
I'm still fresher

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