Playboi Carti Red on Red [Intro: Playboi Carti I, you already, you know 16 ran it up (Yeah) I got your back, slatt, I promise you (Yeah) Ooh, yeah (Ha) [Chorus: Playboi Carti] You don't want smoke with Cash (Slatt), hol' up, yeah What you talkin' 'bout? Yeah, hol' up (Like a, uh) Yeah, hold up (Uh) (you know what I'm saying in this motherfucker?) What you talkin' 'bout? (Yeah, hol' up) Yeah, yeah, hol' up (Yeah, yeah) Talkin' 'bout, yeah (Hol' up, what?) Yeah, hol' up, uh Talkin' 'bout, ooh [Verse 1: Playboi Carti] Ooh, uh, ooh Hermes link, what you talkin' 'bout? Yeah Ride around, bitch, what you talkin' 'bout? Yeah Ride on my dick, what you talkin' 'bout? Yeah Keep a bad bitch, what you talkin' 'bout? Ooh (Slatt) Keep this bitch lit, what you talkin' 'bout? Yeah Smoke a whole pound, what you talkin' 'bout? Been playin' wit' your bitch, what you talkin' 'bout? Yeah Bag in the brief, what you talkin' 'bout? Yeah Carti got six, what you talkin' 'bout? (Blatt) N***a got rich, what you talkin' 'bout? Yeah Bentleys and Lambs, what you talkin' 'bout? Ooh I'm with my bitch and we vibin' out (Skrr) Rockin' Vlone when I'm poppin' out, ah Blingin' my ice, I'm just showin' out I'm fuckin' your bitch, the new word of mouth All of these eaters gon' find it out I'm in this bitch and I'm vibin' out I'm in this bitch, fuck he talkin' 'bout? Yeah, spray this bitch up, yeah, bitch, nobody can leave, hol' up (Blatt-blatt-blatt) Yeah, me and my n***as been geeked up, we was just teens, hol' up (Blicky) Ayy, I got some n***as that rockin' with me (Ha) [Chorus: Playboi Carti] You don't want smoke with Cash (Slatt), hol' up, yeah What you talkin' 'bout? Yeah, hol' up (Like a, uh) Yeah, hold up (Uh) (you know what I'm saying in this motherfucker?) What you talkin' 'bout? (Yeah, hol' up) Yeah, yeah, hol' up (Yeah, yeah) Talkin' 'bout, yeah (Hol' up, what?) Yeah, hol' up, uh Talkin' 'bout, ooh [Verse 2: Playboi Carti] I'm a young OG, bitch, yeah, ayy Young n***a don't know me, bitch, yeah I don't even owe you shit, yeah I pull up, too much drip, yeah I pull up, too many bitches, yeah Iced-out Patek, bitch, yeah (Patek) I ain't even pay for shit, yeah Heard you wanna geek 'bout a bitch, yeah ('Bout a bitch) Put a red dot on your head, yeah Cut a bitch off, no legs And the girl stay red on red, yeah And the juice stay red on red, yeah In the back room suckin', talkin' 'bout Southside, n***a, we talkin' 'bout, yeah We don't do sets, what you talkin' 'bout? Yeah We don't do that, what you talkin' 'bout? Ooh We spend racks, what you talkin' 'bout? Yeah Too many beans, I'ma pass out, yeah (Pass out) I'm on that lean with the TEC out (TEC out) Call up Young Nudy, East Paradise, yeah We gon' leave a n***a in the daylight, yeah We gon' leave a n***a in the daylight, yeah (What?) We gon' leave a n***a in the daylight, yeah (Ooh, ha) [Chorus: Playboi Carti] You don't want smoke with Cash (Slatt), hol' up, yeah What you talkin' 'bout? Yeah, hol' up (Like a, uh) Yeah, hold up (Uh) (you know what I'm saying in this motherfucker?) What you talkin' 'bout? (Yeah, hol' up) Yeah, yeah, hol' up (Yeah, yeah) Talkin' 'bout, yeah (Hol' up, what?) Yeah, hol' up, uh (Uh) Talkin' 'bout, ooh
Man pierre dumb asl for not producing more for the mainstream. You can tell he’s only working w artists he fucks with which I respect but it was cool seeing a bouncy pierre beat playing anywhere you walked
Whole lotta red, uh Whole lotta red One shot to the head (One shot to the head) Nigga, youdead I don't givea fuck 'bout a nigga Kill anigga off red Just bought a new K That's a brand new leg Got a brand new bitch That's some brand new friends, huh Got a brand new bag, hold up And some brand new ends, hold up Got a brand new coupe, uh That's a brand new Benz, huh Got a brand new watch, uh Skeleton, hold up (What?) BD, huh (What?) That's a bust-down, huh Shawty get down, huh (Hop in the back) Shawty come 'round, huh (What?) Shawty know (Uh) Ain't a nigga I trust (Yeah) I hit a hole in your gut, yeah, uh (Snitch) Bullets, they rush (Yeah) I turned that ho to a slut (Ah) Shawty gon' fuck (Ayy) We pour that four in the stuff I wanna fuck this shit up I'm goin' too fast, what the fuck? Where the hell we goin'? Yeah, slatt gotta fuck her first 'cause I don't know Yeah, slatt gotta fuck that ho, it ain't my ho (Hold up) Yeah, slatt gotta touch that ho, that ain't my ho (Slatt) Fuck up (Buh-buh-buh-buh-buh) Gone Hit them bullets right-right to your dome Whole lotta red, uh Whole lotta red One shot to the head (One shot to the head) Nigga, you dead I don't give a fuck 'bout a nigga Kill a nigga off red Just bought a new K That's a brand new leg Got a brand new bitch That's some brand new friends, huh Got a brand new bag, hold up And some brand new ends, hold up Got a brand new coupe, uh That's a brand new Benz, huh Got a brand new watch, uh Skeleton, hold up BD, huh (What?) That's a bust-down, huh Shawty get down, huh (Hop in the back) Shawty come 'round, huh (What?) Shawty know (Uh) Ain't a nigga I trust (Yeah) I hit a hole in your gut, yeah, uh (Snitch) Bullets, they rush (Yeah) I turned that ho to a slut (Ah) Shawty gon' fuck (Ayy) We pour that four in the stuff I wanna fuck this shit up I'm goin' too fast, what the fuck? Where the hell we goin'? Yeah, slatt gotta fuck her first 'cause I don't know Yeah, slatt gotta fuck that ho, it ain't my ho (Hold up) Yeah, slatt gotta touch that ho, that ain't my ho (Slatt) Fuck up (Buh-buh-buh-buh-buh) Gone Hit them bullets right-right to your dome Whole lotta red, uh Whole lotta red One shot to the head (One shot to the head) Nigga, you dead I don't give a fuck 'bout a nigga Kill a nigga off red Just bought a new K That's a brand new leg Got a brand new bitch That's some brand new friends, huh Got a brand new bag, hold up And some brand new ends, hold up Got a brand new coupe, uh That's a brand new Benz, huh Got a brand new watch, uh Skeleton, hold up
