Lyrics:
Rolls Royce garnishes and asses by the beaches
Blowin' on that puff and we drivin' foreign features
Higher than whoever nigga know we 'bout that cheddar
We just got news live in Mumbai where a fatal car crash has been taken place at 2:30 am in the midnight when a truck rammed into a Red LaFerrari.
Cat drivin', I'm lying in the back
Tryin' not to get seen
By the neighborhood cops
I know I got the jakes in a foot chase
Calm, I just gotta get away
gold shirts with red lights
Sponsored by Dial soap and a Heineken
The biggest rock star gon' rhyme again
Roadie cases for eight months,
drivin'
Night time ridin' through the bottom
Doin' drive-bys was urgent
Pulled down my mask, she stop at the corner
Before I could shoot, my niggas was
the back
Junkies in the alley with a baseball bat
I tried to get away but I couldn't get far
'Cause a man with a tow truck repossessed my car
Don't
profilin', she's whilin'
She's gangsta, she knows that she's got it like that
We was drivin on Crential and cruisin for food when she pulled up beside me sat
said man, I’m only 17
I wanna play at
Red Hat and Walnut Creek
Where people gotta stand ‘cause I sold out the seats
Where people wave their hands and bob
When you're down, come around If you wanna, you can find me
I'm zoomin', drivin' reckless Like we're dippin' from a crime scene
I'm out here smokin'
I leave his whole body bloody, call him Red Man
Hit the club in them Audi trucks and threw bands
Don't get it twisted, bitch, we still got them
And it's short and sweet
The boss man he fired me
And left me out in the street
But I got a new job now
And I'm as learnin' real fast
I'm drivin
subbin' me in yo' mentions
Bitch, you givin' the feds assistance
They be givin' the feds descriptions
I'm bangin' the red division
My brother ain't here
action, they be Glock-squeezin'
Red beams on his head, now his top leakin'
I heard that boy got man down and now the opps grievin'
I miss my derb, I
Russian Guts
Put That Zaza In The Middle And We Get High As Fuck
Im Swerving Lanes, Got Weight On Me
This Car Feel Like A Truck
Dont Know Why You Stop
they grilling me uh
I show the love they still hate on me uh
I’m on my grind, tryna give back by getting mines
Nah they ain’t feeling me
Uh
Red coupe,
im the man
Money in hand
Try to take it get red dot like japan
Say you a freak
Lemme see sum
Get money cause
Imma get me some
These n****s be cappin
Please don't push me over to that edge I start seeing red
Need connection to the muffin man all we need is bread
People tell me ian been the same
My
or one could say hot rod
Old man downstairs was washing his truck when it went into reverse
His truck arched into the rear of my parked car where
business (huh?)
I poured a seven, I'm faded as fuck
Fuck around, go rob a Brinks truck (Brinks truck)
I robbed your baby mama in a Toys "R" Us (uh)
And I
a E-420
With 20 grand in the truck, hand on the pump
Ready to dump on any man for a lump
Acting like a bitch, is you a man or a chump?
Many niggas stood in
truck
Or any of my buddies or my run of bad luck
I thought we could stroll down by the old fishin' hole
Maybe take a drive up to the makeout knoll
But she
mustang roarin' down the lane
I see her red hair streamin', I know this game.
Radio blasting just as high as it can, a siren call for a willing man.
I raced
back
It's a red beam on ya snapback
The fuck do you mean
Been through a lot crazy shit that I seen
Chopper on me
Scared of no man everybody do bleeds
dinner cuz it's so much cake in plain site
Out for a fortnight in for a smoke break
Hoppin out the cab with a hundred dollar note man
A bruh what you doin,
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