Red Tornadoes

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Riccy Runtz & MuddBabyRemo

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Look me in my eyes, you see red(Red)
She wanna post me down, we don't go out, she so damn fed(She so damn fed)
And I call my brodie up, you get yeah by the yeah(Yeah)
F*ck that nigga, I said what I said(I said what I said)
And where he sleep gon' be his deathbed(His deathbed)
I don't wanna talk, I just want neck(I just want neck)
Baby, overdosing with sex
I put my whole check on his head(On his head)
I'm really on that, nigga no flex(No flex)
I'm the one sent that nigga all cash(All cash)
What you talkin' bout? It ain't bout a bag(Man, it ain't bout a bag)
All that pussy shit make me mad(Make me mad)
I'm on they ass, I can't relax(I can't relax)
Rik Runtz, RR, we gon' do him bad(Gon' do him bad)
I came through the front, big bro in the back(Big bro in the back)
Nigga a pussy, he cappin', he Cat in the Hat(He Cat in the Hat)
All that fed shit, I won't react(I won't react)
Love making 'em run like they do track(Like they do track)
She tryna copy all my swag(My swag), damn
Bab, you doing that bad(Baby, you doing that bad), damn
Baby, you somethin' bad(Baby, you somethin' bad), damn
I put my all into my last(I put my all into my last)
I put the whole hood on my back(My back)
My bro got a body but he a virgin
He not innocent with that mag(He not innocent with that mag)
I got glock 22, gen four, what the f*ck am I doing with that?
(What the f*ck am I doing with that?)
Last nigga talked down, nigga got walked down, I put a fucking toe on his tag(Bah, bah)
Can you please calm down, baby you doing the most
I don't really like that(I don't really like that)
Take it slow with me(Oh, oh), take it slow(Oh)
Outside my window, you can see a red tornado(A red tornado)
We gon' get niggas gone, we gon' clear shit out like - oh
Oh, oh, no no, oh, no, you gotta go(Oh no)
You gotta go(Oh no), get the f*ck hoe(Man, hoe get the f*ck)
Can you please leave me alone?(Man, leave me alone) Oh woah(Oh woah)
Cause they know and you know and I know
Oh, oh(Oh, oh), oh, oh(Oh, oh)
I don't know these niggas plottin' on us, right now
They wanna take me in and leave me inside the ground
I'm smokin' on G-Cush, you know I need it by the pound
They say they love me but ain't no love found
Oh, oh, oh
Know they want my soul gone so I keep my chrome, can't go out a alone
Oh, oh, oh
I keep my head spital, my leg spital, can't go out no flunky like a dead nigga
Ridin' round with my nigga Slatt
Pop a perk and my heart go flat
Thinkin' bout if my heart go black
In my feelings, can't think bout that
They want take me out the game, but I can't let 'em though
I'll let you know, talking bout them times going federal
Me and brodie spinning red tornadoes
Won't play about my plato
I know these bitches hate though
Banging RR like I'm Really Rich, I'm with the shit
Know my reapers come through and we blitzin' shit
They bound to leave no witnesses(No witnesses)
How many, how many, how many times I done told you?
You done fold, I'm on the road
I want a platinum, I'm stackin' the dough
She want a baby, I tell her "no, no"
I'm tired of trying, with all these hoes
I just wanna stack my paper up and make sure we on go
My glock put a tore in 'em, he probably deceased
I bust on her face and I f*ck off her sheets
She call me slime, I'ma big OG
Know I'm elite when I step in the streets
I'ma gangster, I could never fold, put that on NeNe
On my GG, I was steady sliding tryna build the streets
Have you ever seen a gangster cry? My tears, they bleed
I tell you leave but I want you to stay and be with me
On the road, I been stackin' the paper
And I'll see you later
F*ck all the haters
Too black like Darth Vader
(Yeah, yeah)

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