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Quavo - Red Butterflies Lyrics

Red Butterflies Lyrics[Intro: Quavo]
Woah
Yeah, yeah
What you got that motherfucker on?
I might gotta come there and check it out, but it's cool
Yeah, uh, 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 bitches fuck '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 bitches fuck 'em by the group (By the group, yeah)

[Verse 1: Quavo]
Doors go up like "skrr, skrr, skrr" (Skrr, skrr)
Bad bitches calling like "brr, brr, brr" (Brr, brr)
Truck load backing up, beep, beep, beep (Beep, beep)
Fuck her 'til she squirt, I make her skeet, skeet, skeet (Yeah)
Touchdown like I'm Owens (Woo), bad bitches goin' (Bad)
Everybody knowin' (Knowin'), 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 niggas 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 ass home (Blitz)
I can sell a bowl of grits and get you high Holmes (Grits)
Skrr, skrr, skrr, in the parking lot, gone (Skrr)
Bitch I'm Quavo, Huncho in the trap like 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 bitches fuck '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 bitches fuck 'em by the group (By the group, yeah)

[Verse 2: Trippie Redd]
Doors go up in my coupe
Yeah, uh, in this 'Rari, bitch 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 pussy good slurp up on it like some soup (Haha)
Play her like a flute (Ayy)
Heard yo' last tape, pussy nigga that was poop, uh
Yeah, uh, Fortnite, bitch I need the fuckin' 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 bitch just like I do (Like I do)
To the gang, uh, bitch I do not play, uh
Don't fuck 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 bitches fuck '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 bitches fuck 'em by the group (By the group, yeah)