RED!
Biinjo & Dropdead_bop
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F*ck a red dot, this an ACOG, uh Aim at ya face, get a headshot Red hot, ain't a chili pepper when the bomb drop, uh Getting fed up, need a face off Takeoff, fly through the sky, got some wings on my back Help me soar through the night, got a sword in my grasp I'll attack any knight, wanna die? That's fine I can take another life, got to chop up the flow real quick Yeah, give myself space to breathe Hella money roll, Distro know the deal 5 bucks to my name, that's truth I speak I still take yo bitch, ain't hard to steal I ain't been feelin like shit today So I bought this beat, you know I slay I run through the city, gonna hide my face Within the dead of night, blast you with AK's Damn pacing, run a whole lap, spacing No atmosphere, no air lately Facing a world known to love hating Placing myself in a crowd Waiting for the day I see my boys on top R10T! Killing the game nonstop Gonna make a music vid? Eh probably not Don't get your hopes up, any day I'll drop Everyday you flop, flows hella garbage Ain't sharing nothin inside my garden Off to orbit round bigger stars Got Jelex and Dior round my arms We flying far, no destination Getting high, call it elevation Stay a winner with no hesitation Got enough followers to build a whole new nation I could sleep inside the booth And still have better bars than you Stay on beat when you start rapping Cause that cap be falling through Know I'm ready, heat I'm packing Got it blasting at your tooth I would say teeth, I left you toothless Headed home, call me Babe Ruth Fold, leave you hanging Dangle by yo arms, stay calm I got people all surrounding We all laughing till you fall Say I'm toxic? You can give my ass a call That's all I got to say Until the beat be falling off But it's not, I'm hitting my stride Count my bills, 1,2,3,4,5 Wanna see me? Better see me live Headed out to Cali when I'm in my prime Gonna hop on the tour bus, everybody know us Gorgeous, got a couple models, they adore us Forbes just hit the boys up, wanna show us Off to the sea of people, hear the voices Hear the crowd, they shouting "R10T! GO" Know I'm bout to lose control See my family count this dough Not a chef, my money grow Whole other height Way I go on the flight I'm seeing hundreds and hundreds of people Every single night F*ck a red dot, this an ACOG, uh Aim at ya face, get a headshot Red hot, ain't a chili pepper when the bomb drop, uh Getting fed up, need a face off Takeoff, but it ain't a rocket, locked in BROKIE got a seat up in the cockpit Launching out of Earth's orbit like a Martian Target locked, gonna see a bitch pop it F*ck a red dot, this an ACOG, uh Aim at ya face, get a headshot Red hot, ain't a chili pepper when the bomb drop, uh Getting fed up, need a face off Break off, ain't no chain gonna hold me down I'm coming for the top, hand me my crown That throne? My spot, try me? No shot You gonna get popped, I'm the best all around F*ck a red dot, this an ACOG, uh Aim at ya face, get a headshot Red hot, ain't a chili pepper when the bomb drop, uh Getting fed up, need a face off
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