USA

(album: King Of Memphis - 2016)

Red, white and motherfucking blue
Some of my partners claimed red, some blue
Red, white and motherfucking blue
Just drank a pint of red and my Chevelle blue
Red, white and motherfucking blue
Got red bitches, white bitches
What about you?
And them bitches do whatever I tell 'em to
And my traphouse do whatever I make it do

All about this paper
Hit the trap with the flavours
Those old folks be looking hard
You gotta watch for them neighbors
[?] smoke across the street
He stealing lights and cables
But I never judge 'em though
'Cause everybody not able
Chop a four in the faygo
Remember all those days
We had to eat hot dogs and potatoes
Ain't no love in these streets, man
Go take a walk in these Givenchys on my feet, man
You ever been so hungry
You couldn't go to sleep man

Red, white and motherfucking blue
Some of my partners claimed red, some blue
Red, white and motherfucking blue
Just drank a pint of red and my Chevelle blue
Red, white and motherfucking blue
Got red bitches, white bitches
What about you?
And them bitches do whatever I tell 'em to
And my traphouse do whatever I make it do

Got red bitches, white bitches
All type of bitches
When they at work
I send the bomb to their crib
I don't even wanna fuck
I just keep it cool
I just might pay her rent
And buy that bitch a car too
She never know the reason why she all that out the blue
You say you know a nigga flier than me
I'm like who?
That nigga better fall out the sky in a parachute
They trying to take Bill Cosby down
What's this world coming to

Red, white and motherfucking blue
Some of my partners claimed red, some blue
Red, white and motherfucking blue
Just drank a pint of red and my Chevelle blue
Red, white and motherfucking blue
Got red bitches, white bitches
What about you?
And them bitches do whatever I tell 'em to
And my traphouse do whatever I make it do