Red Cups

Get your bread up

And when you talking to me, shut up

Red beams, red bottoms, and red cups

Black on black Tahoe with the red guts

Get your bread up

And when you talking to me shut up

Red beams, red bottoms, and red cups

In the black on black Tahoe with the red guts

I was finna head shot him, thought he said something

Head shots, red dots on his AirPods

And my socks not just socks 'cause they Ferragas

He gone end up on Fox, going against the odds

When the lights hit his rock shine squinted eyes

They call me Price, my life is way too large to minimize

Out in Miami like I'm Biggie shootin' Hypnotized

Heard he was snitchin' in the pen and he got penalized

Tryna practice peace, please don't make me send the guys

Demon eyes, he might fuck around and hurt a angel

Got that money in a chokehold like Kurt Angle

Either Essential or Palm Angel on my shirt label

Get a pic, all angles, bitch, I don't blame you

When you a legend in this shit they gon' hall of fame you

I need a banner in this bitch like the star-spangled

Bring out the cameras in this bitch, we in here parleying

I had to beg the lil' homie not to broad day him

He ain't got no love in his heart, he still a check hugger

Will Ferrell, I'm with Spank it like the Step Brothers

Carat cake on my neck and the carats bussin'

Pile of pape on the table, I'm prepared to get jumpin'

Get your bread up

And when you talking to me, shut up

Red beams, red bottoms, and red cups

Black on black Tahoe with the red guts

Get your bread up

And when you talking to me shut up

Red beams, red bottoms, and red cups

In the black on black Tahoe with the red guts

I was finna head shot him, thought he said something

My money on an elevator, bitch, the bread up

Yesterday me and my demons caught a head up

I mix the colored with Dior to get a headrush

She act so-diddy but she found out when she met us

I opened up your messages just to leave you on seen

I ain't tryna seem arrogant but we don't shop on Sheen

Apparently choppers cheap street sweeps chop a tree

These rap pockets elite, them **** just obsolete

Za in the Grabba Leaf, while purchasin' property

I'm a person for poverty

You know burglaries and robberies

Pro Club and Shaka Ts

I was in Toronto with Drake reppin' the Inland properly

Steppin' around in Prada sneaks

I flooded out my Rollie, it's still just a watch to me

Jay reading it too deep, all you **** is cops to me

To these rappers I'm fatherly

To the block I'm scholarly

So on that list of greats make sure no one's name is on top of me

It's Price, bitches

Get your bread up

And when you talking to me, shut up

Red beams, red bottoms, and red cups

Black on black Tahoe with the red guts

Get your bread up

And when you talking to me shut up

Red beams, red bottoms, and red cups

In the black on black Tahoe with the red guts

I was finna head shot him, thought he said something