Red Dolphin

[Intro: A$AP ANT]

Oh, let's go, yeah

Cash out, yeah

What? (Drr-drr-drr)

(DJ Nick exclusive)

Yeah (Let's go)

[Verse 1: A$AP ANT]

I told the bitch to pop the Perc, I gave her half, don’t chase it (Cash out)

We chillin' at my crib, she wanna fuck just like we dated (Ooh)

I got a pistol in my hand, I spend the shit on racin'

I got a strippers, slanted eyes, I nickname her ''Asian'' (Yeah)

New Orleans créole seafood, I like it Cajun (Yeah)

I'm gettin' money, different places, any day, occasion (Woo)

Any city they comin' out, they shake my hand no doubt (Doubt)

I'm Michael Phеlps, the chain Slick Rick, no eye-patch (Nеw)

I Japanese the fabric, soul food, I love the cabbage (I love)

Playin' in the snow, fireplace, I'm in the cabin (Ooh)

Google Maps tellin' us that we in the Aspens

Fresh to death, I rock the Prada, say I toe-tag it (Yeah)

Rock the carpet like Aladdin, huh, I need a Jasmine (Flex)

Ramadan cleansin' body, yeah, you know I'm fastin' (Yeah)

Yellow Lambo Spongebob, Wock pink Patrick (Yeah)

Chris Angels, Penny Hardaway, I make the magic (Woo-woo)

I told the bitch to jump off the bridge, she loved me

The bitch know police hunt, she can't cuff me (Cuff)

[Verse 2: Boldy James]

Carbon 15 with carbon fibers, put a part through your dreads

Hunnid rounds left on the scene, look like eight cartons of eggs (Where we at?)

Don Powell with your future (Ayy)

Red dot on your head, it look like the skid mark of Buddha (Pow-pow)

I'ma shark you a tuna (Let's get it)

Girlie tell me I'm rude (What else?), made her march in her Pumas (Uh-huh)

Don't give no fuck, go get your brother, A&R with the cooler

Don't want no smoke, y'all niggas vapin', your whole life been fakin'

I get a brick, and strip it naked, tryna see what it's takin' (Uh-huh)

Me bein' a trapper is a hazard to my occupation (Blockworks)

Breakdance the bag, nah, I can't let 'em break my concentration (Where we at?)

Snatchin' up all the custos (Damn), all across the board (Uh-huh)

I got like way too many hustles to be knockin' yours

Summertime at the office (Skirt), ten different flocks of whores (Uh-huh)

So many choppas in the spot, no need to lock the doors (Grr-grr)

Splashin' on your bitch, like I bounced off the divin' board (Ayy)

Eight-hunnid for this college shirt, that bitch say Tommy Ford

What else?