Blood red shawty, Club 828
Vamps came in, f*cking up the place
Punk shit, put some diamonds on my face
Shawty, why don't just go my way
Ay, Just come my way
You don't put Celine in the closet
We going all the way to the top, can't stop shit
Get you flowers like Ian bought it
All my fans jump out, criss-cross shit
You a fake bowl, impasta bitch
Lotta choppas, bitch
Knock 'em off like dominoes
When we drop this shit
Sitting on the sidelines, ya can't
Catch up
In that bigger body SRT, f*ck a Tesla
Pin yo bitch down, Matt Hardy, I wrestle
It ain't raining, but I keep an umbrella
Thirty shots in the dark, Curry when I catch 'em
Lay 'em down, leave 'em on a stretcher
Bash my face in the mirror, I'm so extra
Every time we hit the movies, we make up a movie
Think she knew me? You just Death's groupie
I'm just tryna go to sleep, but I can't ever shut down fully
I pray God always watching over me
To believe, baby, you gotta show me
I really do this, yeah, I really do
Blood red shawty, Club 828
Vamps came in, f*cking up the place
Punk shit, put some diamonds on my face
Shawty, why don't just go my way
Ay, Just come my way