red barz

Tom : G
Am C
Uh, yeah
Am G
Some regular degular, bloody bars

[Verse]
Am C
I swear to God, they ain't wanna see me leave the club
Am G
Got up on my shit and now they scared to show me love
Am C
They'd rather see me on the pole twerkin' it for dubs
Am G
I guess I really gotta show them what the fuck is up
Am C
I'm on some other shit, that Cardi B gutta shit
Am G
Every time I catch a hating bitch, she on her stutter shit
Am C
Can't finish her words but on Instagram thuggin' shit
Am G
You set yourself up, don't make it seem like I be buggin', bitch
Am C
And niggas hatin' on me, really be upset
Am G
I don't know, make me wonder what you got between your legs
Am C
You a real nigga mad at a bitch for getting bread?
Am G
You's a bitch from birth, you just grew a third leg, woo!
Am C
Bite down, bite down, it was crunch time
Am G
Yeah I skip all of them bitches in the lunch line
Am C
I put in work, now I'm here at the front line
Am G
Ready for the bullshit, I swear it's on my bloodline
Am C
Touch mine, getting slumped, slimed one time
Am G
Pump blind, bitches quick, then I dump mine
Am C
Pull up with the Gucci clutch, spitting clutch rhymes
Am G
Flyer than a big big B with a Blood tie
Am C
Don't do much, she get hard when I bust wines
Am G
No straws for this juice box, got one time
Am C
Last nigga I was with went insane
Am G
'Cause my head game movin' hills like I'm lookin' for the sunshine
Am C
I'm a Bronx bitch birthed from the hip-hop
Am G
From the block to the tick tock in the Patek watch
Am C
Quick drop with the cash, couldn't fit the Ziploc
Am G
Grips locked, get your shit popped in my flip flops
Am C
Walking out, but every dollar, I still want it all
Am G
Now he wanna nail me, I could give your man a cure
Am C
You gotta mail me, but I don't check my spam at all
Am G
Never feel what you're sayin' like I'm usin' Anbesol
Am C
Travel all around the states getting nice checks
Am G
I was tourin' off a tape, I had a hype set
Am C
Is that the reason all these niggas wanna pipe next?
Am G
I'm a creep, bitch, see his dick through his Nike Tech
Am C
Got 'em all scared, I ain't even strike yet
Am G
Wire up jaws when I swing if the mic stretch
Am C
I recall, took the right steps, had a shot
Am G
So I took the shit, now this game gon' need a life vest

[Outro]
Uh
I said, woo!
Huh