Lyrics:
what's happenin'?
Yeah, okay
I'm hoppin' out the fifty, it's an eighty-eight
Gold Ds, red paint, I ain't got no place
Real P's, no yees, we don't
Vainglorious! This is protected, by the red, the black, and the
green, with the key! On the road again. Sissy! And ya' don't stop!
Vainglorious! This is protected, by the red, the black, and the
green, with the key! On the road again. Sissy! And ya' don't stop!
Aye Kai, you anti
Same
Don't want your heart, then bring it to me
757 is where I'm gon' be
Up in the crew in the sun by the sea
Counting my name up
To hear real ill beats combinated with rhymes
Brought to you by the person at the T-O-P
That be G-O-D, and I be T-I-P
The promoter of the flyness, witness
a missing uncle and another need a kidney flip
Face says I been stressed
I got a aunt getting her ass kicked by MS
Nigga, why am I here? For the look, for
going broke again
NBA, never broke again
Never going broke again
Talkin' money but walkin' funny
Is it any reason why ya'll starvin'
I spell boredom by
or dead
I move with birds by the flock, instead - D.C
I keep whoopin', keep cookin', 'til the pots is red
Keep pushin', I don't stop at reds, fuck a red
fucked over, when stepping off in my section
More graphic than Xbox, on Fox
With a red fox with red socks, and tank tops
Fucking with a fat bop, thoed
been on dropped off in the jungles
Tan Khakis, red bandana wrapped around your knuckles
Me and my brother used to dip down in 'Shaw
Stopped
tryna come at the team
Blinded by red when I’m in the booth, but still got my eye on the green (I got my eye on the green)
Action when I hit the scene
it's sunny but it's cloudy round me
I move so many P's IRS on Deez no arrest I attest
You ain't fuckin with me
She said she a baddy we gone see
Said she
story p upload kaise Hoga
Bro tera fir pro kaise hoga
Target lock hh srr p tere still red Dot hai
Teri teammate meri gun ki trh hot Hai
Lkin fir bhi bot
Build it up bar by bar, Young
Just tryna enjoy my sex on the beach
As a beautiful Jazmin flower garnishes my drink
Grace sits next to me, sipping
don't need a pill to spin
R.I.P his man's, this Bernie Mac it sinny sinny sin,
Loubiton Glock,
(Switch)
That bih got a red pin,
Laughed this nigga
to trap hard
Black Stones in Muslim garb
Leaving the mosque from Jummah not far from Minister Farrakhan the students of Master Fard
Drive-by shootings,
Yeah, I like it when the girls
Stop by in the summer
Do you remember?
Do you remember
When we met, last summer?
New Kids On The Block
Had
Since a youngin I wanted the celery
Won't get off easy if he ever play with me
Don't get stopped at the light by a red beam
I just hit me a lick he was
Stay Winnen Shit
Bet on Atlanta get fly as a hawk
When p's come round I fly to the nawf'
I Ain't checking the price don't know what I bought
If its
Walk around town, but its red can you see nigga?
Lead up in your chest, walk around can you breathe nigga?
Crying for a bitch, walk her down you aint
do numbers like we Beatles
I go bonkers swervin' the Beamer
They wanna bite my drip, mosquito
Rockin' vintage by Moschino
Walk in Chanel and spent
Street to y'all street
If ya missed it, I stay consistant, we got heat
C-P-T style, O-G me style
The D-J, Q-U-I-K with no C style
In yo' town, don't
on her face, blood on her hands, blood on her legs
Turned on the light and everything was red
I'm surrounded by
Colors, colors, colors, colors, colors
Sky's red
Ultra, ultraviolet
Floatin' on an island
Higher than a pilot
Baby I'm gone
Oh we on God yeah,
Oh we on God yeah
Sky's red
Ultra,
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