Lyrics:
Am I on?
Man I’m too turnt up I got my Red Bull with me right now
I been so nice to people
Man I don’t bother nobody
Bet that
Let me grab my
a box
Left leaking fluids, red like fox
No disrespect, but I don’t like thots
Keep your pussy to yourself, my dicks on lock
Illuminati can’t reach me
against me
Best careful how you handle me
Believers know what I'm talking about
The fight's fixed when you battle me
Isn't no blows we just walk it out
If
over
Man there’s no splitting
No division
Only round my people that’s gon blow with me
Yuh
That’s gon blow with me
Got my bro with me
Don’t feel safe
Drive by
Known to blow it down when I swang thru
Wake up everyday to make a prophet I proclaimed truth
Ak-47 15 plus a tre deuce
He Zeus
I can turn
the wind still blows
Is there room for me to grow?
See the spirits of the past
They tell me to rest at last
I'm afraid that I might crash
What I do now, I
and you can't fight back, wanna cock it back and let it blow
Hop in my car
On my way to mars
Ima make a stop by the stars
Just to get some xanny bars
She
rockin' the road from head to toe?
If you pull it out, you better blow
He might got it, you never know, style blow
Out a linger gown, chop his fingers
go so hard I could make it melt
I mean the flow so solar every bar
Could power an electric car
My, my, my, whips is side-by-side
He just talkin',
reason to be gum
Living by the gun down in a slum
Stake your claim blow by blow
Saw my pals go flying through the window
Li-li-lion, lion's in
reason to be gum
Living by the gun down in a slum
Stake your claim blow by blow
Saw my pals go flying through the window
Li-li-lion, lion's in
I still remember the look you gave me
It awoke red blossoms in my heart
And a form of love I'll take to my grave
It's tearing me apart
That's
get outta line with me
Or it's a drive-by
My nigga Blow gon' sponsor the ride wit' me
Y'all saw the movie Venom, right?
Well despite a man (Spider Man)
catch you moving
Red eye, swing by, I barely pressed it
Zooming unky in the kitchen with some dog
Finna step into it
European sneaks on but the necklace
bitch
'Cause all this business that I'm doin' finna make me rich
G-Lock by her G spot and it's on unlock
Tree spot by the D spot, but that's where we
world be strivin and struggling
Tryna eat food and keep the rights to they publishing, huh
Ghetto red hot, man, that shit is like bubbling
Can't get no
of dead lushes
Bloodstains paint the plush carpet
Like red blushes
Door's open and close by themselves
Books fly off shelves, curtains catch fire
The house
[Red 1]
Yo yo
We rude bwoys Van-city outlaws
Yo, the Red reaper, bust back your street sweeper
Call Mr. Martin and the preacher
To the saloon,
Nigga, you need to git up, git out and git something
Don't let the days of your life pass by
You need to git up, git out and git something
Don't
Nigga, you need to git up, git out and git something
Don't let the days of your life pass by
You need to git up, git out and git something
Don't
Aye pretty baby dont you know you drive me crazy
Dont you know that I cant live without you
And I know you waiting by the phone and contemplating
I am not of royalty
I'm an ordinary guy
From a little family
And the riches pass us by
No red carpets on the floor
Nothing fancy I can show
But when
nigga, me too"
what the fuck, I'm callin' your bluff, niggas act like they stopped
makin' guns after they made yours
I'm sponsored by the NRA, DOA rules
a bag full of money knocking at the door
I'm bout to pour it out the bag
Count it on the floor
Big bag of rubber bands by the night stand
In the wee
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