Lyrics: Trezere B Johnson/Sankon Barjolo
Music: Sankon Barjolo
Hook
Huh, huh, yea, yeaaa
Yea, yea, yeaaa
Red, who hotter than you?
Rose, throw dirt on me too
**** em they know I been lit
Yea back, nostalgic huh
Huh, huh, yea, yeaaa
Yea, yea, yeaaa
Red, who hotter than you?
Rose, throw dirt on me too
**** em they know I been lit
Yea back, nostalgic huh
Verse
(Huh) Hate, I get a lot of it
98 ways to look like a d**k sucker
And you picked a lot of them
Stuntinā for so long my fingers move culture I feel like the lottery
Too many of you niggas hood-fishin ain't gotta lie to me
I hit the coast pacific highway
Rollinā up za I go the high way
I gеt it poppinā out in Liberia
Pull I be causinā mass hysteria
All thе rumors mill about I aināt clearinā up
Niggas look like Will Smith at the red table
Got your b***h bragginā on my shit fables
I make her wobble on it like a broken chair
She put off āwhite in her nose like itās virgil here
I canāt conversate with you cause we donāt compare
When Iām in that b***h Iām gonā turn up in there
Cuz I **** out thatās just how we doin
Put my foot in the door breakinā through it
Imma up it if you make me lose it
I ride for the gang like itās do or die
Hop in my coup call it suicide
I spend the bread blowers come blew the guy
T-shirt his face like who knew the guy?
Make him sit in the back like the uber guy
I been steppinā since I was a little guy
Didnāt apply but canāt let it fly
I give niggas the sauce it hit top 5
My chicken up spread it out Popeyeās
You can E-N-V-Y but not I
Hook
Huh, huh, yea, yeaaa
Yea, yea, yeaaa
Red, who hotter than you?
Rose, throw dirt on me too
**** em they know I been lit
Yea back, nostalgic huh
Huh, huh, yea, yeaaa
Yea, yea, yeaaa
Red, who hotter than you?
Rose, throw dirt on me too
**** em they know I been lit
Yea back, nostalgic huh
Outro
02ā evisu ohh
But I aināt rockinā with you
Tell that b***h suck my d**k
On vintage Rick uhh
(tell that b***h suck my d**k)