Future & Juice WRLD – Red Bentley (feat. Young Thug) Lyrics

Red Bentley

Future & Juice WRLD (feat. Young Thug)

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"Red Bentley." - Future & Juice WRLD (feat. Young Thug)

Thursday, 22 October 2026, 05:32 pm

Album: Future & Juice WRLD Present... WRLD ON DRUGS

Track No: 04

Pissin' on my watch like I got a bad bladder
I'm simply fuckin' with shawty, because her ass fatter
All red Bentley truck, Alfa Cafe
They checkin' my profile, no pic I'm still fresh
Drankin syrup, cookin' birds, snatch the 'tussin
Crawfish ****, jealous, saw this paper
Fresh Prince, Hublot, **** black and pink
Every time I go in my jewelry box
Gotta wear my mink
And my drip expensive, 12 karat a piece
All my tennis chains, look like earrings on obese (Yeah)
All a **** do is drink Codeine, make at least a Mil a week (Yeah)
No limit ****, go and see about your dog, oh now it's a murder streak
It's a damn pitty, poppin' these tags (Yeah)
When I piss on diamonds, you can smell the Xans
I wipe my ho down, with gold, you understand? (Yeah)
**** in Paris, I'm with the gang members in France (Yeah)
Got a half a ticket scattered on my hands (Yeah)
I'm on 3 drugs, I need a CAT scan (Yeah)
Wipe the barrel of the nose of that yopper (Yeah)
I got 'em comin' off that bench, Jamal Crawford (Yeah)
I kick my shit like Liu Kang, you know they couched
Cream and green Rolex, it's slimed out
These bitches greet me on they knees
'Cause I'm they master (Ugh)
I caught a tall European and we wrestled (Ugh)
Wrist on a brick, ugh, I was just servin' these nicks up
You on that list ugh, I make sure you gon' get hit (Hit, hit)
Really don't need the sticks dog, think twice 'fore you diss
Better not trust that bitch, better not swap your stick
I'd rather cop me a whip, I can't diss no bitch
$10,000 worth of clips, we ain't runnin' out of this shit
Split a Percocet with the bitch, 500 pointers on my wrist
I'm just an international **** with the shit
16 hoes at the Ruths Chris (Bih)
I got 10 chains on me ho
I ain't got none of this 2 Chainz
We got the black 4-door
Mama don't need no new pain
We steal Ferraris and Vogues (Skrrt)
Hop off the jet and go hop in the Rolls
A long way from maintaining
Getting head in the Mulsanne
The realest, the trillest
You know I'ma make sure the crew ate
When the business, get finished
You'll get a hunnid racks and a blue Wraith
Her bend is, tremendous
I been gettin' paper, a couple asians
I get the racks from extortin' ladies
500 Mil off a tour date
Your bitch'll eat, eat
Fuck her then we don't speak
40 on me on pre-heat
Diamonds on me like RiRi
Bitch, I need the neck neck
Go and get on your knees
This a brand new TEC
Go on and feel that heat
You should come get your ho
I just hit her
Yeah, you bad, but I'm kinda fuckin' on your sister
Pluto said, he don't give a fuck, that's twin sisters
Fuck twins, I need triplets
Redbone like a piglet
My bitch keep it movin', that's your ****
Bet I kill him, lil' bitch I'm a bully
With them ****, that pull triggers
Please don't overlook it, big ass chopper choppers
You need more than a doctor doctor
Money older than your father's father (Yeah)
Pissin' on my watch like I got a bad bladder
I'm simply fuckin' with shawty, because her ass fatter
All red Bentley truck, Alfa Cafe
They checkin' my profile, no pic I'm still fresh
Pissin' on my watch like I got a bad bladder
I'm simply fuckin' with shawty, because her ass fatter
All red Bentley truck, Alfa Cafe
They checkin' my profile, no pic I'm still fresh

Writer(s): Nayvadius Wilburn, Jarad Higgins, Shane Lindstrom & Jeffery Williams.

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