Whole Lotta Red (Too Much Guap)
I got too much guap, it comes around, I can spin the block
Move like mike, make these shoulders pop, 3:00 (3:00)
I got too much guap, comes around, I can run them up
I got racks, got so much, I can't count them up
I can't chat, do too much, I got racks, way too much
I can't chat, do too much, too many racks I can't count them up
Run it up yeah
Whole Lotta Red (Whole Lotta red, yeah)
Get started sippin this cup (Get started sippin this cup)
Never gonna stop sippin this cup (yeah, yeah)
Follow my energy, pull it up (pull it up, pull it up)
Follow my energy, pull it up (yeah, whoa)
I got my wrists up (whoa, whoa, whoa)
Veins on my wrist (hey, whoa)
Veins on my wrist (hey, whoa)
Veins on my wrist (yeah, yeah, ayy)
Let's go, Jab him up, left and right,
He better than me, what's on my thighs
Got my nine, shootout
Left and right, get out
Riding my boat, call it a benz
I'm not regular, won't say it again
I hop in those racks, rack with the benz
Dropping the top now i'm riding again
I got the roll, you with the code
Cop me a coat, Get in my coupe
Switching lanes, Pierre, But I am a rebel I stick to the code
Running up, like running for the buckets,
Balling like MJ, switching up lanes
Like chasing the bag and slamming it (bang bang)
Now I ball, K's in my safe
Only focus, is my game
Spinning all my props
Balling like im MJ
Three pointers straight, I don't care what you think
Switching lanes, pull up, swing
I don't dunk, I just breach (buh)
Run it up yeah
Whole Lotta Red (Whole Lotta red, yeah)
Get started sippin this cup (Get started sippin this cup)
Never gonna stop sippin this cup (yeah, yeah)
Follow my energy, pull it up (pull it up, pull it up)
Follow my energy, pull it up (yeah, whoa)
I got my wrists up (whoa, whoa, whoa)
Veins on my wrist (hey, whoa)
Veins on my wrist (hey whoa)
Veins on my wrist (yeah, yeah, ayy)
Started from the bottom now I can't lose
Now my money be doing the most
I don't even need to put in the work
The rari the whip and the whip go skirt
22 G on the Glock
What are you doing with the stick Out? (buh)
Red glock with red dot you gon black out (buh)
What are you doing with a beam out (buh)
If you're not ready you really need a click-out
Reaper on your side you the one dying
Stop using your glock but you can keep trying
But if i win i'm gonna play with my diamonds
Move like mike, make these shoulders pop, 3:00 (3:00)
I got too much guap, comes around, I can run them up
I got racks, got so much, I can't count them up
I can't chat, do too much, I got racks, way too much
I can't chat, do too much, too many racks I can't count them up
Run it up yeah
Whole Lotta Red (Whole Lotta red, yeah)
Get started sippin this cup (Get started sippin this cup)
Never gonna stop sippin this cup (yeah, yeah)
Follow my energy, pull it up (pull it up, pull it up)
Follow my energy, pull it up (yeah, whoa)
I got my wrists up (whoa, whoa, whoa)
Veins on my wrist (hey, whoa)
Veins on my wrist (hey, whoa)
Veins on my wrist (yeah, yeah, ayy)
Let's go, Jab him up, left and right,
He better than me, what's on my thighs
Got my nine, shootout
Left and right, get out
Riding my boat, call it a benz
I'm not regular, won't say it again
I hop in those racks, rack with the benz
Dropping the top now i'm riding again
I got the roll, you with the code
Cop me a coat, Get in my coupe
Switching lanes, Pierre, But I am a rebel I stick to the code
Running up, like running for the buckets,
Balling like MJ, switching up lanes
Like chasing the bag and slamming it (bang bang)
Now I ball, K's in my safe
Only focus, is my game
Spinning all my props
Balling like im MJ
Three pointers straight, I don't care what you think
Switching lanes, pull up, swing
I don't dunk, I just breach (buh)
Run it up yeah
Whole Lotta Red (Whole Lotta red, yeah)
Get started sippin this cup (Get started sippin this cup)
Never gonna stop sippin this cup (yeah, yeah)
Follow my energy, pull it up (pull it up, pull it up)
Follow my energy, pull it up (yeah, whoa)
I got my wrists up (whoa, whoa, whoa)
Veins on my wrist (hey, whoa)
Veins on my wrist (hey whoa)
Veins on my wrist (yeah, yeah, ayy)
Started from the bottom now I can't lose
Now my money be doing the most
I don't even need to put in the work
The rari the whip and the whip go skirt
22 G on the Glock
What are you doing with the stick Out? (buh)
Red glock with red dot you gon black out (buh)
What are you doing with a beam out (buh)
If you're not ready you really need a click-out
Reaper on your side you the one dying
Stop using your glock but you can keep trying
But if i win i'm gonna play with my diamonds
Credits
Writer(s): Imaad Nizamuddin
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