[Chorus: Playboi Carti]

Whole lotta red, uh

Whole lotta red

One shot to the head (One shot to the head)

Nigga, you dead

I don't give a fuck 'bout a nigga

Kill a nigga off red

Just bought a new K

That's a brand new leg

Got a brand new bitch

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?)

[Verse 1: Playboi Carti]

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 nigga I trust (Yeah)

I hit a hole in your gut, yeah, uh (Snitch)

Bullets, they rush (Yeah)

I turned that ho to a slut (Ah)

Shawty gon' fuck (Ayy)

We pour that four in thе stuff

I wanna fuck this shit up

I'm goin' too fast, what the fuck?

Where thе hell we goin'?

Yeah, slatt gotta fuck her first 'cause I don't know

Yeah, slatt gotta fuck that ho, it ain't my ho (Hold up)

Yeah, slatt gotta touch that ho, that ain't my ho (Slatt)

Fuck up (Buh-buh-buh-buh-buh)

Gone

Hit them bullets right-right to your dome

[Chorus: Playboi Carti]

Whole lotta red, uh

Whole lotta red

One shot to the head (One shot to the head)

Nigga, you dead

I don't give a fuck 'bout a nigga

Kill a nigga off red

Just bought a new K

That's a brand new leg

Got a brand new bitch

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

[Verse 2: MAYZiN]

Got a brand new flow (Got a brand new flow)

And a whole lot more (And a whole lot more)

And I come from the back, when we wanna knock we kick down doors (We kick down doors)

Said, it's bad repercussions when niggas start bussin'

My homie been sick, he been sippin' on tussin'

My father was waitin', they fightin', they fussin'

I give niggas hits and they get a concussion

My phone is on 7%, I'm on to every event

Always be talking to God, I been doin' things that I repent

When they see me, they give me a nod

Mr. Feeny, I be on the fence

'Cause I can't trust my niggas at all, so my homie gon' walk with a limp

Yeah, mixin' the mint

Off topic, hot topic

Y'all out rock shopping, I'm out jaw droppin'

That's just how he move, ayy

Don't fuck with his groove, he practice what he preaches

Only 24 years old with more dough than his teachers

[Chorus: Playboi Carti]

Whole lotta red, uh

Whole lotta red

One shot to the head (One shot to the head)

Nigga, you dead

I don't give a fuck 'bout a nigga

Kill a nigga off red

Just bought a new K

That's a brand new leg

Got a brand new bitch

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