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bby kodie - red lyrics

[chorus: bby kodie]
yea
i’m on the southside
in a red eye
on a red hunt
for some money
b-tch i am too up
b-tch i’m too geeked
b-tch i’m out here and i’m hunting
b-tch i’m geeked up on a tweak
i’m southside till the death of me
b-tch i speak whatever i eat
and this money is tasting very delicious
i’m with the sixes
two big body x6’s
two big body -ss b-tches
yea yea
my wrist caught the [?] cause this sh-ts glistening

[verse: bby kodie]
this not christmas
but i just copped me a red coupe, call me saint nicholas
this b-tch gifted
but i just made up my head true, cause the head is ridiculous
this is my money, but i wanna spend it how i want it
i see the bag and then hop on it
i see the bag and then plot on it
i see your boyfriend is mad cause he is not on it
i’m on the top spot
with a new glock
with a new thot counting money
i’m on a big yacht
with a rich thot
and with lil boat
cause it’s funny
not a recall but i recall that you had to take back them hundreds
i wasn’t gon read all, because we saw that your boyfriend kinda bummy
and a see-saw going back and forth isn’t funny
and i’m in it, what the f-ck is he driving, cause i pulled up smelling like money
and even though that the b-tch smart, her head still went dummy
she gave the ham like cunning, yea
they said we was trash but who pulled up and got to dumping
uh yea, yea
i move out and shoot like a camera was running, yea
yea, and we not finna p-ss like cam newton running
yea, like she walk with a taser that -ss is stunning, yea
yea, treat a b-tch like a fourth then i’m p-ssing or punting

[verse 2: lil yachty]
i’m sick as f-ck bruh, f-ck

i’m on a
somewhere you can’t reach me
run outta drugs so it’s easty
i can f-ck lil baby sober but getting her high, make it much easier
with my third eye i can see the seven seas twice, if i just try, go
my ex b-tch used to bring drugs into the prison, stuffed in a pie, shhh go
oh my, lil boat that’s one h-ll of a guy
my lil b broken [?]
sitting in church had to go put my ties
cut that lil b-tch off, watch that lil b-tch switch sides
don’t trust no b-tch
cactus plant forces they custom, yea
finesse that boy boo, cut some
don’t fall in the heat, get burn off
brodie gon snipe him off

just got off the phone with kobe bryant he told me made 15 million deal, how the f-ck you do that

- bby kodie lyrics

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