Red Barz

Intro 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