[Chorus: Brianna Perry]
Red punch, red cup, I'm drunk
Red punch, red cup, I'm drunk
Red punch, red cup, I'm drunk
I'm the hold up, wanna, aha
[Verse 1: Brianna Perry]
X rated, chicks getting faded
Prolly won't remember, I love it but I hate it
Say it, sub twitting be more specific
We in the section where the broke be restricted
Dude approach me asking for my digits
Like who in the hell still says digits?
Like who in the hell still wears fiddits?
Short patience, sick midgets, switch it
You can never be me a tip it
I know I'm the snizhnick I roll with the small clip
Follow my footprints but I never go there
Because they never get it so it's like I lead em nowhere
Red punch, red cup I'm drunk
Before they throw me in the pool I'm a dunk
I'm a beat had a stop to get launch yeah
I'm the girl all the boys wanna aha
[Chorus: Brianna Perry]
Red punch, red cup, I'm drunk
Red punch, red cup, I'm drunk
Red punch, red cup, I'm drunk
I'm the hold up, wanna, aha
[Verse 2: Pusha T]
Red punch, red cup, she drunk
Red coupe, red bottoms, she jump
Red label, rose mo I stunt
Red light, blue light, I run
Oh boy, see the band on his wrist, he a dope boy
Keep his hand on the brick he got no choice
Let the Glock do the talking, he got no voice, you got no choice
Peep game, peep lame from afar
Peep 2 pump, get your ass in the car
TMZ lens on the heels of a star
Media takeout, will both get us caught
Nice try, close call nigga
You better blame it on the ball nigga
No, I ain't even that tall nigga
Somebody gotta take the fall with you, gone
[Chorus: Brianna Perry]
Red punch, red cup, I'm drunk
Red punch, red cup, I'm drunk
Red punch, red cup, I'm drunk
I'm the hold up, wanna, aha
[Verse 3: Brianna Perry]
I can't remember, cold december
Stunt like my daddy, mufasa, simba
Came with the heater, 5 T timber
So unbalanced, think I need the day to libra
She could be the zebra, I'm the black panther
I switch fits more than new born changed pampers
See me, I'm the biggest shit on campus
Body bang makers, ol niggas speak spanish
3 different accounts, 3 different amounts
See I only talk money so you know what I'm about
So you know what I'm about
I only talk money getting money in the south
I don't even pump my own gas
I don't even gotta wipe my own ass
Princess... a lame can't relate
A boss can fed up and that's tk
[Chorus: Brianna Perry]
Red punch, red cup, I'm drunk
Red punch, red cup, I'm drunk
Red punch, red cup, I'm drunk
I'm the hold up, wanna, aha
