red butterflies - quavo lyrics
[intro: quavo]
woah
yeah, yeah
what you got that motherf-cker on?
i might [?] drugs and my [?]
yeah, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
[chorus: quavo & trippie redd]
doors go up in my coupe (skrr, skrr, skrr, in my coupe, yeah)
doors go up in my coupe (skrr, skrr, skrr, in my coupe, yeah)
doors go up in my coupe (skrr, skrr, skrr)
bad b-tches f-ck ’em by the group (by the group, yeah)
doors go up in my coupe (in my coupe, in my coupe)
doors go up in my coupe (skrr, skrr, skrr, in my coupe, in my coupe)
doors go up in my coupe (skrr, skrr, skrr, in my coupe, yeah)
bad b-tches f-ck ’em by the group (by the group, yeah)
[verse 1: quavo]
doors go up like “skrr, skrr, skrr” (skrr, skrr, skrr)
bad b-tches calling like “brr, brr, brr” (brr, brr, brr)
truck load backing up, beep, beep, beep (beep, beep, beep)
f-ck her ’til she squirt, i make her skeet, skeet, skeet (skeet, skeet, skeet, yeah)
touchdown like i’m owens (woo)
bad b-tches goin’ (bad)
everybody knowing (knowing)
i’m northside born (north)
noddin’ off an’ pourin’ (noddin’)
riding, i’ll keep going (skrt)
it’s summertime, it’s snowing (it’s summertime)
’cause all my ice is on (ice)
trippie iced the 8 ball (trippie)
and they thought it was a bomb
all these n-ggas snakes, dawg and they pull up with no arm
i got two, two door coupes and four cell phones (brr)
one a iphone 6 and one a samsung (plug)
i can call a 4-3 blitz and send your -ss home (blitz)
i can sell a bowl of grits and get you high holmes
skrr, skrr, skrr, in the parking lot, gone (skrr, skrr)
b-tch i’m quavo, huncho in the trap life, game of thrones (yeah)
[chorus: quavo & trippie redd]
doors go up in my coupe (skrr, skrr, skrr, in my coupe, yeah)
doors go up in my coupe (skrr, skrr, skrr, in my coupe, yeah)
doors go up in my coupe (skrr, skrr, skrr)
bad b-tches f-ck ’em by the group (by the group, yeah)
doors go up in my coupe (in my coupe, in my coupe)
doors go up in my coupe (skrr, skrr, skrr, in my coupe, in my coupe)
doors go up in my coupe (skrr, skrr, skrr, in my coupe, yeah)
bad b-tches f-ck ’em by the group (by the group, yeah)
[verse 2: trippie redd]
doors go up in my coupe, yeah
yeah, uh, in this ‘rari, b-tch i do not have a roof (have a roof, yeah)
yeah i’m pullin’ up with them choppers like a troop (pew-pew-pew)
yeah, that p-ssy good slurp up on it like some soup (haha)
play her like a flute (ayy)
heard yo last tape, p-ssy n-gga that was p–p, uh
yeah, uh, fortnite, b-tch i need the f-ckin’ loot (i need my bag, yeah)
yeah, on my wrist, it’s so sick just like the flu (like the flu, yeah)
iced out every finger in this b-tch just like i do (like i do)
to the gang, uh, b-tch i do not play, uh
don’t f-ck with lames, know that trippie redd insane (i’m insane)
might blow a brain, man this coupe look like a plane (like a plane)
’cause it got wings, got some shooters in the a (in the a)
[chorus: quavo & trippie redd]
doors go up in my coupe (skrr, skrr, skrr, in my coupe, yeah)
doors go up in my coupe (skrr, skrr, skrr, in my coupe, yeah)
doors go up in my coupe (skrr, skrr, skrr)
bad b-tches f-ck ’em by the group (by the group, yeah)
doors go up in my coupe (in my coupe, in my coupe)
doors go up in my coupe (skrr, skrr, skrr, in my coupe, in my coupe)
doors go up in my coupe (skrr, skrr, skrr, in my coupe, yeah)
bad b-tches f-ck ’em by the group (by the group, yeah)
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