Skeleton/whole lotta red Lyrics – Playboi Carti
Singer: Playboi Carti
Title: Skeleton/whole lotta red
Whole lotta red, uh
Whole lotta red
One shot to the head (One shot to the head)
n#gg#, you dead
I don’t give a f#ck ’bout a n#gg#
Kill a n#gg# off red
Just bought a new K
That’s a brand new leg
Got a brand new b#tch
That’s some brand new friends, huh
Got a brand new bag, hold up
And some brand new ends, hold up
Got a brand new coupe, uh
That’s a brand new Benz, huh
Got a brand new watch, uh
Skeleton, hold up (What?)
Sippin on sprite
I’m on a flight
I’m high as kite
Yeah
Got all these chains
To take the pain
I’m going insane
Yeah
Hop on this beat and say this sh#t that i don’t even think I know
f#cking this bih i met tonight on the real I don’t know
Should I take a picture well to me it’s a no no
Ic3drop with the choppa pull up with a Glock 44
Ice on my neck
She giving me head
I’m f#king her neck
She getting so wet
Playboy carti on the beat is what I said
He put the maniac Ic3drop on the set
BD, huh (What?)
That’s a bust-down, huh
Shawty get down, huh (Hop in the back)
Shawty come ’round, huh (What?)
Shawty know (Uh)
Ain’t a n#gg# I trust (Yeah)
I hit a hole in your gut, yeah, uh (Snitch)
Bullets, they rush (Yeah)
I turned that ho to a sl#t (Ah)
Shawty gon’ f#ck (Ayy)
We pour that four in the stuff
I wanna f#ck this sh#t up
I’m goin’ too fast, what the f#ck?
Where the hell we goin’?
Yeah, slatt gotta f#ck her first ’cause I don’t know
Yeah, slatt gotta f#ck that ho, it ain’t my ho (Hold up)
Yeah, slatt gotta touch that ho, that ain’t my ho (Slatt)
f#ck up (Buh-buh-buh-buh-buh)
Gone
Hit them bullets right-right to your dome
Whole lotta red, uh
Whole lotta red
One shot to the head (One shot to the head)
n#gg#, you dead
I don’t give a f#ck ’bout a n#gg#
Kill a n#gg# off red
Just bought a new K
That’s a brand new leg
Got a brand new b#tch
That’s some brand new friends, huh
Got a brand new bag, hold up
And some brand new ends, hold up
Got a brand new coupe, uh
That’s a brand new Benz, huh
Got a brand new watch, uh
Skeleton, hold up
Hold up, hold up, hold up (What?)
Let me catch my breath (Yeah)
Let me count these checks (What?)
Flex on my ex (Yeah)
I don’t got no respect (I don’t, I don’t)
Break up in a text (What?)
Pull up in a G (Yeah)
T3, fly off in a jet (Vroom)
Pull up, I’m suited (Yeah)
And you know I got my toolie (My what?)
Okay, I might Bentley Coupe it (What?)
Heard you pull up, Mini Cooper (Yeah)
Told that lil’ b#tch that she stupid
Okay, these n#gg#s can’t move me (What?)
Okay, these b#tches can’t move me (Chee)
Those are not diamonds, they’re rubies (Chee, chee)
Wait that’s not rubies, that’s glass (Damn)
Smack that b#tch right on the #ss (What?)
I know that she’s scared to lose me (What?)
Yeah, my Polo be from Louis (Yeah)
Whole lotta red, uh
Whole lotta red
One shot to the head (One shot to the head)
n#gg#, you dead
I don’t give a f#ck ’bout a n#gg#
Kill a n#gg# off red
Just bought a new K
That’s a brand new leg
Got a brand new b#tch
That’s some brand new friends, huh
Got a brand new bag, hold up
And some brand new ends, hold up
Got a brand new coupe, uh
That’s a brand new Benz, huh
Got a brand new watch, uh
Skeleton, hold up
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