IDK – “Red” (ft. Westside Gunn, MF DOOM & Jay Electronica) [Audio, Lyrics, Visualizer]

IDK unveils “Red” featuring Westside Gunn, Late MF DOOM & Jay Electronica. The song was co-produced by Obi Nwadije, Blue Rondo, Illingsworth & IDK. Watcch visualizer, listen, read the lyrics, stream, buy the song.

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Over a strange and off-kilter instrumental, Westside Gunn sets it off with an unrelenting verse; few can so successfully weave the worlds of brutal violence and haute couture. IDK tags in next, opting for a melodic flow vaguely reminiscent of one of Kanye West’s old favourites. A futuristic blast of overdriven 808s enters the mix, setting the stage for two lyrical heavyweights to close “Red” out.

IDK – Red (ft. Westside Gunn, MF DOOM & Jay Electronica) (prod. Obi Nwadije, Blue Rondo, Illingsworth & IDK)

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Lyrics

[Intro: IDK & Westside Gunn]
Ha-ha, ha-ha-ha-ha, ha
Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo (Blrrt)
Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo
Ha-ha, ha-ha-ha-ha, ha (Ayo)

[Verse 1: Westside Gunn]
Bitch, you ain’t never been naked on the seashore
Put money on your head, spend the rest up in Dior (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
Paris, me and Don C sittin’ front row
Elephant drum on the forty, she ain’t Dumbo
Hole in your forehead, I’m talking jumbo
I’m feeling like Shawn, I might shoot a 1-0 (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
Please no sparklers, baby, I’m a legend
Standin’ on the couch, Ace bottle and a Desert

[Verse 2: IDK]
Riddle me this, riddle me that
Got the whole world and why we exist finally mapped
The rich kids get all the girls and all the ass
While the broke boys walk with the world, kickin’ they back, yeah
She say she want a five-star meal (Yeah)
If it come with head then it’s a five-star deal
She say, shit, she just tried to hit me with a slap
I blocked my face with my hand, now it’s a dap
No strings attached, I ain’t tryna be a puppet, ya heard?
I’d rather be stung by bees than be fuckin’ with birds
I say this shit all the time until I’m touchin’ her curves
Or ’til it’s time to pet the pussy like purr
Fecto, her fur, retro, her weave
Petro, her heels, Dries, don’t fuck up the dress code
She don’t need a nigga for shit, she got her own
But if he say he tryna pay, she like, “I ain’t sayin’ no”

[Pre-Chorus: IDK & Mike Jones]
Roses are red (Chyeah) violets are blue (Ayy)
“Do you want me for money?” He found out when she said, “I do”
Too late (Chyeah) the pussy game too great
The pussy game too great, the pussy game too great (I said)
Roses are red (Chyeah) violets are blue (Ayy)
“Do you want me for money?” He found out when she said, “I do”
Too late, the pussy game too great
The pussy game too great, the pussy game crazy

[Chorus: IDK & Gabby!, Mike Jones]
Prada boots with the Nico Louis suit
Ain’t got no job but I stay sharp (Chyeah)
Can’t pay my rent ’cause all my money’s spent
But that’s okay ’cause I’m still fly, da-da, da-da

[Post-Chorus: MF DOOM]
Damn, showboatin’, gettin’ greedier
Doin’ shows for Feds on social media
Wikipedia

[Verse 3: IDK]
Man, these hoes gettin’ greedier, gettin’ needier
Doin’ stunts for the media, cloutin’ serious
Bad bitch, yeah, but the mind state is hideous
(Is the head right?) Brain like encyclopedia
Man, that ass look good with your Brazilian lift
The money like that shit, we tryna wife that shit
Might “first class on a Delta flight” that shit
Off tops, I ain’t even have to write that shit, yeah
Lamar Odom with the stroke, girl, you got my dick
Ha-ha, ha-ha-ha-ha, hard
You like a Uber when you ride, I might buy your ass a
Car-car, car-car-car-car, car

[Pre-Chorus: IDK & Mike Jones]
Roses are red, violets are blue
“Do you want me for money?” He found out when she said, “I do”
Too late, the pussy game too great
The pussy game too great, the pussy game crazy

[Chorus: IDK & Gabby!, Mike Jones]
Prada boots with the Nico Louis suit
Ain’t got no job but I stay sharp (Chyeah)
Can’t pay my rent ’cause all my money’s spent
But that’s okay ’cause I’m still fly, da-da, da-da

[Post-Chorus: MF DOOM & Westside Gunn]
Showboatin’, gettin’ greedier
Doin’ shows for Feds on social media
Blrrt, doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo
Wikipedia
Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo
Ayo

[Verse 4: Jay Electronica & IDK]
Every Ertuğrul Bey need a Halime Sultan
To establish a tribe and build masjid roofs on
My life, my sacrifice, my prayer and my death
Is all for the one God who spareth me breath
You could try and lie to yourself about the times
The war between God and Satan for altered minds
In the age of social media, Twitter, YouTube
Google and Wikipedia, pearls get tossed to swine
You stick with Dr. Fauci, I’m runnin’ with Dr. Wesley
I’ve never let the CDC come and finesse me
I never let the fake news from the press distress me
Even though the Devil would love to Malcolm X me
It’s him again, with the tint skin tone breaching brimstone
Until the man of sin get everything that was meant for him
Just know one thing
And that’s Allah sent me here to be King