Lil Yachty, BBY KODIE - Red lyrics

Lil Yachty [Miles Parks McCollum] Atlanta, Georgia, U.S.

[Lil Yachty, BBY KODIE - Red lyrics]

Yea i'm on the Southside
In a red eye on a red hunt
For some money bitch, I am too up
Bitch,  I'm too geeked
Bitch,  I'm out here and I'm hunting
Bitch,  I'm geeked up on a tweak
I'm Southside 'til the death of me
Bitch, I speak whatever I eat
And this money is tasting very delicious
I'm with the sixes two big body X6s
Two big body ass bitches yeah, yeah
My wrist caught the blisters
'cause this shit's glistening

This not Christmas
But I just copped me a red coupe
Call me Saint Nicholas this bitch gifted
But I just made her my head
True 'cause the head is ridiculous
This is my money but I wanna
Spend it how I want it
I see the bag and then hop on it
I see the bag and then plot on it
I see your boyfriend is mad 'cause
He is not on it i'm on the top spot
With a new Glock
With a new thot counting money
I'm on a big yacht with a rich thot
And with Lil Boat 'Cause it's funny
Not a recall but I recall that you
Had to take back them hundreds
I wasn't gon' read all because we
Saw that your boyfriend kinda bummy
And a seesaw going back and forth isn't funny
And I'm in it, what the fuck is he driving?
'Cause I pulled up smelling like money
And even though that the bitch smart
Her head still went dummy
She gave the ham like Cunning, yeah
They said we was trash but who
Pulled up and got to dumping? Uh, yeah, yeah
I move while I shoot like
A camera was running, yeah
Yeah, and we not finna pass
Like Cam Newton running
Yeah, like she walk with a
Taser that ass is stunning, yeah
Yeah, treat a bitch like a fourth
Then I'm passing or punting

I'm sick as fuck, bruh, fuck i'm on a
Somewhere you can't reach me
Run out of drugs so it's easty
I can fuck lil baby sober but getting
Her high make it much easier
With my third eye I can see the
Seven seas twice if I just try, go
My ex bitch used to bring drugs into
The prison stuffed in a pie, shh, go
Oh my, Lil Boat, that's one hell of a guy
Probably be broke if I had to wear ties
Sitting in church had to go put my ties
Cut that lil bitch off
Watch that lil bitch switch sides
Don't trust no bitch
Cactus plant forces they custom, yeah
Finesse that boy boo, cut some
Don't fall in the heat, get burn off
Brodie gon snipe him off
Just got off the phone with Kobe Bryant
He told me made 15 million dollar deal
How the fuck you do that?

Yeah i'm on the Southside
In a red eye on a red hunt
For some money bitch, I am too up
Bitch, I'm too geeked
Bitch, I'm out here and I'm hunting
Bitch, I'm geeked up on a tweak
I'm Southside 'til the death of me
Bitch, I speak whatever I eat
And this money is tasting very delicious
I'm with the sixes two big body X6s
Two big body ass bitches yeah, yeah
My wrist caught the blisters
'cause this shit's glistening

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