Red Lyrics – NBA YoungBoy

[Intro: YoungBoy]
(Who made this sh!t?)
(TayTay made the beat)
Hm, yeah, uh-huh, yeah

[Chorus: YoungBoy]
My whole life red
B!tch, I bang that red
Babygirl, who the f**k is you?
New b!tch go to LSU
If I want to, I ...?
...? take off yo' head
Styling my stylist, she bringing it in
I can do it myself, but we perfect together
Run up that money, we working together
Rich for the water, we surfing together
Neck full of water, young n!gga propeller
Why? 'Cause I'm flyer than all of these n!ggas
You're not alone, you're not alone, oh, baby
I put that sh!t on
I can show you how to put that sh!t on, oh, baby

[Verse: YoungBoy]
Up the TEC, I can't lose it, I stay groovy
And I make music, watch me do it
I see you like to move it
Come on, bae, let me see you get to it
I'm a fool, they say that I'm foolish
From a hood up inside Baton Rouge
Put a n!gga up inside a bullpen
He won't make it out, body left laying out
I be thinking a lot of sh!t ruined
Steady be tryna figure my plan out
Got the money, they know I'm the man now
Know they human, I tell them to stand out
N!gga that it was safe 'til we ran down
Brodie knock off your face, keep your hands down
Pour the sh!t out, I'm drinking it sour
Two ounces drop in a twenty ounce
Told that girl she's mine forever
That girl, she was lost, not found
Told her, get her life together
F**king up, I don't need you 'round (Oh)
Now I realize I lose if I lose you
...? blues them clues
Ain't got to workout, I'm flexing the uh
Young n!gga, AI, you know I got moves
Drivingit in and I'm laying it up
I'm on the battlefield
Yeah, living life like Call Of Duty, for real
I'm holding a bag of pills, yeah
Got shawty inside of here shooting, for real

[Chorus: YoungBoy]
My whole life red
B!tch, I bang that red
Babygirl, who the f**k is you?
New b!tch go to LSU
If I want to, I ...?
...? take off yo' head
Styling my stylist, she bringing it in
I can do it myself, but we perfect together
Run up that money, we working together
Rich for the water, we surfing together
Neck full of water, young n!gga propeller
Why? 'Cause I'm flyer than all of these n!ggas
You're not alone, you're not alone, oh, baby
I put that sh!t on
I can show you how to put that sh!t on, oh, baby