Lyrics:
baby like the last s***,
A big car and a bad b****
Uh, I'm so fly I need my a** kicked,
These n****s ballin' by accident.
Keep talking make em'
baby like the last shit,
A big car and a bad bitch
Uh, I'm so fly I need my ass kicked,
These niggas ballin' by accident.
Keep talking make em'
baby like the last shit,
A big car and a bad bitch
Uh, I'm so fly I need my ass kicked,
These niggas ballin' by accident.
Keep talking make em'
spin the whole drum
Why on the net they talking gangsta in person they gone run
You disrespect me we gone check you I am not the one
All red we see
vision but all I see is red
G19 this shit is finna fill em up with led
G19 this shit is finna fill em up with led
G19 this shit is finna fill em up with
the face
Snakes
I be surrounded by fakes
You out here tryna destroy me
You don't know you just annoy me
Bitch do you think that I care
I am not the one that
here, fuck you thought?
Bumping, smoking that Newport
Ho keep talking bout "fuck me"
Man, fuck that bitch
Ho told you she ain't fuck me
Then I'll fucked
Talking to my plug, and my man go trapping
Smeezy on the trap and Lil Trav selling yoppers
Cap is selling mid by the motherfucking pound
I dont want that
just hope you help me worship my thot
Been working late nights
Keeping my head to sky
Stacking my bread
Hoping I make it by
Spending the chips with
)
Ha, and who else be in the field, front line 'til the war's gone? (Me)
What they talking 'bout? Me
Who they talking 'bout? Me
All they talk about
Rewind remind I blew away
The time I had to finally say its you
Red light red light green
Laying on beach but it feels like we been talking in cave
Step
cracking fingers, my blood gets thinner by the minute
Sometimes I feel that I am dead
Distant memories haunt me (distant memories haunt me)
It truly seems
then you dead to me too
Ya I been drinking, I need the meds to reboot
She got Fendi, Balienciaga, in red and in blue
Designer brands when she dripping
to red to
White and back to red
Cherry red and mirror ball
I saw you by the factory wall
Looking like a burnt out star
In some magazine
And I see you've
come from Baghdad
She that bitch when she wit' me, but by herself she RED FLAG
But hol'on wait, yea
Red, all these niggas red flags
All these, uh, wait
broken by the obscene
Red's jealousy is venomous
It's contagious
It's dangerous
It's murderous
And now Red had killed both Red and me
We're history
Just
Would, would, would've hate me
I can tell by the place man she would've blamed me
Wrap a dollar from my face when she would get up on me
And we all in
Fills me with happiness
I can't believe
Oh lord, what you do to me
Roses are red
And violets are blue
But I'm here instead
Talking with you
Oh lord, what
gonna pop me a red
What's going on in my head, I be talking to the dead
I be talking to the dead
I be talking to the dead
I be talking to the dead
I be
Just put out a mixtape but I'm still hungry I want more
Talking shit I could care less I know it's just for the reseaux
I'm in Quebec I only spit to keep
Player haters talking 'bout they gonna get Freck
I'm in the Lamb' sunk lower than the shipwreck
They call me bar-for-bar 'cause I spit the better lines
Red light,Red light, Red light, Red
Onyx
We got these red lighters lighting up the sky
And all my real fighters don't need to ask why
We got these
Dream Team Empire
Order up some more bottles
Bring the b***** in the red bottoms
I'm a Megastar I get money that's no problem yea
Order up some mo
They're talking to me in my head
I'm gonna paint the whole room red
Fill my brain with fucking lead
'Cause everybody wants me dead
And I'ma grab a bitch
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