Red Whip - Yavid

Your baby on me look nice

Your lady on me look nice

Boi trust me I am so trife

If she look twice ima cook her no ice

Money comin I don’t use the phone

Throw a signal w my hand to my cabrone

Knockem down

I’ll set em up and hell knockem down

20 zippers on me no jacket

No gps and we road map it

Driver on adrenal and yellow jackets

We don’t drive unless the pussy want the whole package

That’s 20 grand off in Reebok baggage

For 20 racks we both need a ratchet

Remember we used to split our sandwich

Watch my six if he flinch boi lettem have it

Oh oh oh

That’s that red pit

That’s my red bitch

That’s that red whip

I cook it up in kool aid it got that red tint

Gottem clamoring

Got your mans and them orderin up hammers and

They say they want war I don’t think they understanding man

Ive sat on a boy for months to learn his patterns and

That’s my red whip

That’s my red bitch

That’s my red pit

When my dogs get a sniff boi your dead shit

The 80s on me look nice

I got 80 on me cocaine white

Run the big plays like J Rice

For the sushi they get to me they gonna gimme life