USA - Young Dolph

Red, white and motherfuckin' blue

Some of my partners claimed red, some blue

Red, white and motherfucking blue

Just drank a pint of red and my Chevelle blue

Red, white and motherfucking blue

Got red bitches, white bitches

What about you?

And them bitches do whatever I tell 'em to

And my traphouse do whatever I make it do

All about this paper

Hit the trap with the flavours

Those old folks be lookin' hard

You gotta watch for them neighbors

smoke across the street

He stealing lights and cables

But I never judge 'em though

'Cause everybody not able

Chop a four in the faygo

Remember all those days

We had to eat hot dogs and potatoes

Ain’t no love in these streets, man

Go take a walk in these Givenchys on my feet, man

You ever been so hungry

You couldn’t go to sleep man

Red, white and motherfuckin' blue

Some of my partners claimed red, some blue

Red, white and motherfucking blue

Just drank a pint of red and my Chevelle blue

Red, white and motherfucking blue

Got red bitches, white bitches

What about you?

And them bitches do whatever I tell 'em to

And my traphouse do whatever I make it do

Got red bitches, white bitches

All type of bitches

When they at work

I send the bomb to their crib

I don’t even wanna fuck

I just keep it cool

I just might pay her rent

And buy that bitch a car too

She never know the reason why she all that out the blue

You say you know a nigga flier than me

I’m like who?

That nigga better fall out the sky in a parachute

They trying to take Bill Cosby down

What’s this world coming to

Red, white and motherfuckin' blue

Some of my partners claimed red, some blue

Red, white and motherfucking blue

Just drank a pint of red and my Chevelle blue

Red, white and motherfucking blue

Got red bitches, white bitches

What about you?

And them bitches do whatever I tell 'em to

And my traphouse do whatever I make it do