RED CLOAKS (feat. Rich The Kid)
Jaden(제이든)Look, look, look, somebody goin' around the back
That's Jaden Smith
The fuck are you talkin' about?
I'm pissed, I'm lit, I'm dripped out
By the way, you missed (Missed)
Airin' out the whole clique (Damn)
Can't aim for shit (No)
Fatty ass, big tits (No)
D. Wade, the assist
Damn, can a nigga live? (Ah, ah, ah)
Whole city on my di—
Bae, you sittin' on my blick
Slim but a lil' thick
I'm him, they don't wanna get it
Me and you not twins
Jaden Smith is her fetish
She just got a new Benz
Line's wrapped 'round the section, nigga, what's up?
Huh, I ain't see you on the guest list, nigga, what's up?
No sleep for me, setlist in the club
Goin' street to street, your aesthetic sucks
I was steppin' through the pub
MSFTS reppin', what the fuck?
Fuck the opps, fuck the president, I'm up
On the block takin' measurements and such
Havin' thoughts 'bout intelligence above
Watch your mouth, watch that evidence, you dumb
Bring a baddie on the run
Keep the addy off the line
Keep the Patek in the bust
So dramatic, she in love
So am I, but with a gun
CLB, that's one of one
I'm that nigga 'til I'm done
I'm pissed, I'm lit, I'm dripped out
By the way, you missed (Missed)
Airin' out the whole clique (Damn)
Can't aim for shit (No)
Fatty ass, big tits (No)
D. Wade, the assist
Damn, can a nigga live? (Ah, ah, ah)
Whole city on my—
Bae, you sittin' on my blick
Slim but a lil' thick
I'm him, they don't wanna get it
Me and you not twins
Jaden Smith is her fetish
She just got a new Benz
Line's wrapped 'round the section, nigga, what's up?
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Put the money on the schedule
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Watch out 'cause the gang 'bout to come get you
Yeah, yeah, what they sayin', twin? (Sayin', twin)
Ran a play on 'em like the Redskins (Like the Red, what?)
Like this, we goin' back to back, I matte the Benz
I'm sippin' too much lean, I had to do a cleanse (What?)
What they sayin'? (What they sayin'?)
Any nigga who playin', sayin' my name, they pullin' up sprayin' (Grrt)
I'm whippin' the pan, I broke my hand, off a Xan' (Xan')
I just went to Ibiza and spent a hundred bands (Okay)
I just took my bitch to overseas to get a tan (Woo, woo)
I just counted a quarter mil' in her face (In her face)
Lil' bitch bad, slim thick, she give me face (Give me face)
She eatin' rice off her plate, she got no waist (Got no waist)
I'ma put my whole face in the cake (Yeah)
ERYS in this shit, them boys don't wanna be my ideal stylist, so I'm doin' lots of other things (Okay)
Money pilin', havin' sunny dreams, man, we was on an island, she said, "Papi, I don't wanna leave" (Yeah)
Wrist flooded, freezin', cookin' in the oven, when they see this shit, they won't believe it
Huh, kid, I'm comin', I just want to see y'all runnin', I don't think I need another reason
I'm pissed, I'm lit, I'm dripped out
By the way, you missed
Airin' out the whole clique
Can't aim for shit
Fatty ass, big tits
D. Wade, the assist
Damn, can a nigga live?
Whole city on my—
Bae, you sittin' on my blick
Slim but a lil' thick
I'm him, they don't wanna get it
Me and you not twins
Jaden Smith is her fetish
She just got a new Benz
Line's wrapped 'round the section, nigga, what's up?
Here's the address
I'll see you there