Lyrics:
Young Weezy We and Eric B, uh huh
And I love all women (if you know what I mean)
Yes lord, I love them dark, I love them light
Short, tall, thick, thin and back one more again (alright)
But it's this one particular situation I need to tell you all about
I met a honey about a week ago
I got a little but I need some more
I ain't the only one to learn her curves
Matter of fact, forget what you heard
She's all, she's all that and more, ye yeah
Yes she is
Her reputation ain't squeaky clean
A little gossip ain't phasing me
So go ahead, say what you want
You can give a damn, but I don't
'Cause I'm gone, I'm already gone
Yes I am
Don't you know she's
She's my redbone girl
A bitter sweet but she's my world
Coffee cream, thick and lean
My redbone girl, redbone girl, yeah
Our baby hail from the Oakland Bay
Got an east coast vibe but a southern mind
A devil mind with an angel face
She'll leave and make a nonbeliever pray
For a chance, just to get something
Yes she will
Ooh you don't know what you do to me
But you're killing the girls in my history
I need a shot just to let her hit
She give me two when I need a fix
Lord knows I've tried but I swear I can't quit
'Cause don't you know she's my
She's my redbone girl
Redbone but she's my world
Have you seen my chocolate dream
My redbone girl, redbone girl
She's my redbone girl
A bitter sweet but she's my world
Coffee cream, thick and lean
My redbone girl, redbone girl, ooh
I like the long hair thick redbone
I do it so right, she say I'm dead wrong
And now she in love, like phase on
Now I'm in my zone, I got her head spinning, spinning like a cyclone
And it's them red women at my red eye zone
I get at red, at red dot com
I'm high and my girl high yella
Fine as wine, put her in a wine cellar
Roses are red, do you mind if I smell them
What can you do, Consuela, Consuela
I like them light skin, lighter than a feather
And if she red hot, I'm biting that pepper
Tighter than my leather pants, let 'em say
She the same color as my flag
She's my, redbone girl
Right or wrong, she's my world
Have you see, my milk chocolate dream
My pretty pretty baby, yeah
She's my, redbone girl,
A bitter sweet, but you know she's my world
Coffee cream, thick and lean
Redbone girl, my redbone girl, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Treat my dark skin like my redbone, yeah
Tell my redbone call my red phone, go (yeah)
Yeah
I treat my dark skin like my redbone, yeah
Tell my redbone call my red phone, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah
Treat my dark skin like my redbone, yeah
Tell my redbone call my red phone, it's emergency
I hit you up just with that urgency
Know I need your love like you ain't never heard of me
And I know I was dead wrong, yeah
I wanna turn up, just another sad song, yeah
I focus just to make it stack tall, yeah
Got drip, got sauce, can dress her ass off, hey
We get so geeked, we call that blast off, ayy
I'ma pull up on that girl, mask off, ayy
No stallin', say that I'm playing, girl
I'ma do this regardless (yeah)
You flood my brain, them chemicals made me heartless
I'm the one that's normal, don't understand how you mosh it
I can see her in the rough
She be shining like a diamond (woo)
All these boys, they can't find it (yeah)
And that lil' boy, he be lyin' (yeah)
Keep on tryna take my persona (huh?)
That's Tunechi right there (yeah)
Yeah, that's Mack Maine right there (Mack)
And we ain't got no worries
You see pussy right there
Redbone mango's right there
See them shroomies right there (uh)
We ain't got no worries
We ain't got no worries
She bad as a hooker, so she ain't got no worries
She want me to eat her sugar, I say "Why you in a hurry?"
Got a redbone, she look tropic|f*ck me right then she shoppin|Got a redbone, she look tropic|She f*ck me right then she shoppin|Got a redbone, she look tropic|She f*ck me right then she shoppin|She f*ck me right then she shoppin|She f*ck me right then she shoppin|She f*ck me right then she shoppin|She f*ck me right then she shoppin|Got a redbone, she look tropic|Got these niggas bobble like some bobbleheadds|I'm that nigga so I kill em dead|Anything in the field, on the trap,|Rat rat, drop like led|Who is that your friend, and she kinda cute|She ain't got that booty that hit booming like you do|Cause I gotta be in here, with the 'again, if you want to|Cause you know a nigga want to,|Ain't nobody like you|So baby tell me what you really wanna do|Booty big, oh kemosabe, sex so good, gotta tell somebody|Smack it on your ass, bout to call me papi|Take it to the floor, let me see you get naughty|Bring it back up, do it all again|Take you to the crib, and you can bring your friend|With this' you can get the '|[Chorus]|Got a redbone, she look tropic|f*ck me right then she shoppin|Got a redbone, she look tropic|She f*ck me right then she shoppin|Got a redbone, she look tropic|She f*ck me right then she shoppin|She f*ck me right then she shoppin|She f*ck me right then she shoppin|She f*ck me right then she shoppin|She f*ck me right then she shoppin|One thing you should know about me|That I keep them big booty redbone girls all around me|Only take a one big boody redbone, shopping|Picture me spending all this money on these hoes, not me|Used to hump all week, in my ' computer love by roger trapman|If you see one of my immigrants, they looking good, and never sloppy|Ball nigga, straight hating, but the fascinating this is they bout this|They all in the gym doing yoga, but a lot of them like pilates|Catch em in the club with a drink in hand and getting that shit cranking, poppoin, poppin|Like I can make it rain, drink, I can make it stain|Trick, throwing money in the air like monopoly|All of them telling me to pour champagne all over they '|[Chorus]|Got a redbone, she look tropic|f*ck me right then she shoppin|Got a redbone, she look tropic|She f*ck me right then she shoppin|Got a redbone, she look tropic|She f*ck me right then she shoppin|She f*ck me right then she shoppin|She f*ck me right then she shoppin|She f*ck me right then she shoppin|She f*ck me right then she shoppin|I got a redbone that's poppin|Husband off in the army|She love we both in common|How we both love to be bonding|Exploding all in her booty|Her hand all in gucci|With a cucci oh so juicy|Keep the condom, oh so gooey|Redbone is poppin, from jail you keep callin|Dummy behind the glass, they should place you in even markets|While I'm f*cking her mentality, impregnating her brain|You're shooting blank mans, you're '|Redbone is poppin, no gabi flex no stoppin|They banking off my wins, I snatch em down like I'm rodman|Long pipes for long nights, tall yeah, great heights|' just how I get them'|[Chorus]|Got a redbone, she look tropic|f*ck me right then she shoppin|Got a redbone, she look tropic|She f*ck me right then she shoppin|Got a redbone, she look tropic|She f*ck me right then she shoppin|I got redbones all through the towns|Set em up and then knock em down|Mount high, how you like me now|Climax before you hit the ground|Petey pete, don't f*ck around|Long wood, about a half of pound|Ask more, they'll tell you bout it|I'm a bad man like leroy brown|Huh, 'that ever hit the secene|Think I ain't then place your bet|Baby bring me that money bag|Redbone like a redvet|Red hair with that pussy|Red marks on her red neck|And she f*ck wailing like rough sex|Got a bunch of baby mamas|I ain't got no kid by none of them|All I do is supply the goods,|And feel me all up in they stomach|And I drop them off and I'm gunning|Hit the ground and keep running|Later gonn come back for more|Because you can't stay away from it'|[Chorus]|Got a redbone, she look tropic|f*ck me right then she shoppin|Got a redbone, she look tropic|She f*ck me right then she shoppin|Got a redbone, she look tropic|She f*ck me right then she shoppin|She f*ck me right then she shoppin|She f*ck me right then she shoppin|She f*ck me right then she shoppin|She f*ck me right then she shoppin
Hide the money and ran outta room, yeah
I tried to hide the money and ran outta room
I tried to hide the money and ran outta room
I tried to hide the money and ran outta room
DJ Khaled
Money on your head, you might get hit up today
You can't be wonderin' why they always stayin' dead broke
In the kitchen cookin' chickens like a redbone
My grandma seen me buy my first Polo sweater, ayy
Got my hand flooded, I
Buy the whole projects, I
Got my hood stuntin', this whatever, I
Charge the whole thirty, I
Got my niggas workin', I
Got my bitches down for whatever
I tried to hide the money and ran outta room
Whatever
I tried to hide the money and ran outta room
Whatever
(Geek)
Pay up like I've been runnin' it up forever
I ran that shit up through the roof
Young nigga, ran that shit up for his mother
Buy her everything and I got proof
Up, designer fit, ain't nothing to buy it
And I done whipped every tire
With the brake pad, "Mello Yello"
Catch up
Bring me up like your pop-pop
Whatever you need to
I skeet then skeet off in a new coupe
Keep up!
Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah
Yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah
(CashMoney, CashMoney)
Look, look (AP)
I like my bitches redbone, ass fat, Jell-O
Lightskin, yellow, iced out, hello
I'm the king of New York, Melo
Black hair by the Regis and Pello
Ask around, niggas know me
I'm a Euro boy, Ginóbili
I like my bitches redbone, ass fat, Jell-O
Lightskin, yellow, iced out, hello
I'm the king of New York, Melo
Black hair by the Regis and Pello
Ask around, niggas know me
I'm a Euro boy, Ginóbili
I been so gone, I like redbones
My type light skin, ass fat, Jell-O (huh?)
, I'm quick to let him leave
Yeah, it's a million more bad bitches, but ain't none of them bitches me (on gang)
They did not stop makin' bad bitches when they made you (on God)
Redbone, slim thick shit, she only twenty-two (true story)
They did not stop makin' bad bitches when they made you (on God)
Redbone, slim thick shit, she only twenty-two
Get it, mama, have with fun with it
Get it, mama, have with fun with it
Get it, mama, have with fun with it
Get it, mama, have with fun with it
I need- I- I- I need a Nicki like Safaree, redbone in red Ferrari
Sneakin', geekin' off that molly, cute face, I bought her body
We hit Follies, we hit Onyx, she hit Magic on Monday
G5, V-Live, she live and makin' money
I need a baby with some money, big diamonds and ridin' foreigns
Gucci purse, I pack his pistol, these bitches can get this issue
He a boss, just like Nino, I need me a Al Pacino
G5, V-Live, we live and makin' money (Maxo, Maxo, hey)
Yellowbone Tina, darkskin Keisha (Uh huh), hood bitch, she gon' set it off like Latifah (for real)
Bad bitch down in Miami like Trina (Ol' girl), bougie bitch only ride Benz or Bimmer (okay)
Bitch named Katrina, tell me, have you seen her?
Uh, uh, uh
Trauma Tone
Ring ring (Brrt), I just got a fed call (Call)
You know that must mean somebody is dead and gone (Uh-huh)
Got a redbone, she just want that bread, dawg (Want that bread, dawg)
I took her to the loft, she suck my head off (Oh)
Did this song, while eatin' grouper with the head on
New coupe (Skrrt), same color eggnog
You play with the gang, we take your head off (Gang gang)
Bang bang (Young Jefe, holmes), murked 'em then we sped off
We gon' ride on a nigga, we gon' slide (We gon' slide)
Jump out, five of them niggas, homicide (Oh, oh)
She got tired of them niggas, she was smart (She was smart)
I had to hide all them niggas, they was hot (Oh, oh)
Oh, I knocked her out the park, it was a curve too (Woah)
I mix that Off-White with Louis just like Virgil do (Just like Virgil)
I'm insane, lil' nigga, I will murder you (Oh yeah)
Who these lame lil' niggas?
Yeah, huh
Life is like a motherfuckin' dream (like a dream)
Fill my double cup up with some lean (with some lean)
Yeah, put my dick in your bitch spleen (bitch spleen)
Yeah, racks comin' in evergreen (evergreen)
Yeah, hold up, let me pop my shit
Pussy nigga talkin', we gon' leave him in a ditch
I'll kill my brother, pussy nigga, if he snitch
I was outside bein' bad with the Grinch
Nigga, bad with the Grinch
Yeah, yeah, trappin' out the motherfuckin' Ritz
Yeah, movin' bales, nigga, yeah, movin' bricks
Fuckin' on his thot and that bitch a redbone (redbone)
Yeah, yeah, put the bitch on (on)
I put niggas on like some motherfuckin' cologne
Fuck nigga, yeah I ain't singin', Post Malone, uh
With the gang, we keep a .57 (bah-bah)
And you know we keep some MAC-11s
I just love me some lethal weapons
Child of God, I'll send your ass to heaven
Yeah, huh
Life is like a motherfuckin' dream (like a dream)
Fill my double cup up with some lean (with some lean)
Yeah, put my dick in your bitch spleen (bitch spleen)
Yeah, racks comin' in evergreen (evergreen)
Yeah, hold up, let me pop my shit
Pussy nigga talkin', we gon' leave him in a ditch
I'll kill my brother, pussy nigga, if he snitch
I was outside bein' bad with the Grinch
Nigga, bad with the Grinch
Tourin', I'm sellin' out shows
Made a cult followin' like Jim Jones (yeah)
Drippin', I be puttin' shit on
Lookin' at the crowd, I see a couple lil' clones (whoa)
Blow a girl a kiss, hit the gas and I'm gone
Expensive drugs keep me in my zone (oh-oh)
Treat a record deal like a loan
Makin' these hits gon' keep me on
Found a lil' redbone, fuck her like a G
Pull her weave out, I'm makin' her moan (like a G)
Smoke a lot of weed, gotta get another pound
I don't know where the other one gone (it's gone)
Every time I'm drivin' down the strip
Got people throwin' thumbs-up at my whip (skrr)
In the club sparklers comin'
They hittin' off diamonds inside of the VIP (bling)
Since 2017 I been gettin' paid (gettin' paid)
Monograms on my waist, watches in the LV roller case (let's go)
I gotta play it safe, shoot 'em mask on, can't trace no face
Got a good lawyer, and I ain't got no case
The shit I'm around, I don't think it's a waste (yeah)
They said that I was ugly now everything in my life is beautiful (beautiful)
Back in the day, every time I went to Wal-Mart, God knows that I stole (yes I did)
Hit it with the cut then we breakin' it down, we ain't tryna sell it whole (no)
Straight from the hood, fuck the politics
Cut the check, I'll do the Superbowl (no cap)
Well-spoken, I'm talkin' to girls
I'm makin' 'em wanna fornicate (let's go)
I was broke three years ago but it still feel like it was yesterday (yesterday)
Runnin' out of space, I got a lot of drip I already gave away
Twinklin' toes, my diamonds keep dancing like they doin' ballet
Tourin', I'm sellin' out shows
Made a cult followin' like Jim Jones (yeah)
Drippin', I be puttin' shit on
Lookin' at the crowd, I see a couple lil' clones (whoa)
Blow a girl a kiss, hit the gas and I'm gone
Expensive drugs keep me in my zone (oh-oh)
Treat a record deal like a loan
Makin' these hits gon' keep me on
Found a lil' redbone, fuck her like a G
Pull her weave out, I'm makin' her moan (like a G)
Smoke a lot of weed, gotta get another pound
I don't know where the other one gone (it's gone)
Every time I'm drivin' down the strip
Got people throwin' thumbs-up at my whip (skrr)
In the club sparklers comin'
They hittin' off diamonds inside of the VIP (bling)
No I'm not on Marshall Applewhite
But I'm tryna phone home (whoa, whoa)
I feel like it's someone watchin' me
I had to get a clone
Drinkin' that Kool-Aid, just add a white cup
This ain't nothin' but a fo' (fo')
I'm not tryna take your life
I'm tryna take you out of space, movin' slow
She give me head like a comb
I break her heart like Comme des Garcons (damn)
I know she bad to the bone
She think when I'm mad the reason why it storms, yeah
I just got a bad freak-freak
Never saw her feet, make her walk on her knees, yeah
Hit from the back, yeah that girl got a peach
She think I'm God, man the girl say capiche, yeah
Her ass like a Jeep, yeah
Make her back it up, beep-beep, yeah
Won't touch, I won't reach, yeah
Because that girl she is not cheap, yeah
Necklace full of stone
Smokin' on Runtz, bitch I'm too stoned
Y'all thought I was gon' fold
Now y'all put me right in my zone
Tourin', I'm sellin' out shows
Made a cult followin' like Jim Jones (yeah)
Drippin', I be puttin' shit on
Lookin' at the crowd, I see a couple lil' clones (whoa)
Blow a girl a kiss, hit the gas and I'm gone
Expensive drugs keep me in my zone (oh-oh)
Treat a record deal like a loan
Makin' these hits gon' keep me on
Found a lil' redbone, fuck her like a G
Pull her weave out, I'm makin' her moan (like a G)
Smoke a lot of weed, gotta get another pound
I don't know where the other one gone (it's gone)
Every time I'm drivin' down the strip
Got people throwin' thumbs-up at my whip (skrr)
In the club sparklers comin'
They hittin' off diamonds inside of the VIP (bling)
From the palm trees to the red clay
We get down the same way
Lil Jon's from Scott but this little cuban's
From the county of Dade
Pitbull is here to voice his opinion
And y'all gone hear it
All up and down the eastside
I'm'a show y'all how dirty we ride
From Dade to Decatur
Only difference is y'all blow dro
And we blow crip
But reall there's is no differecne
Cause they're both green and sticky
I don't mean to be picky
But Jon, tell your boys from the Eastside
To put me down with one of those
Redbone who has a pretty face, n waist
And thick thighs
From the M-I-A to the A-T-L
We been connecting on work
But keep that on the DL
HAA!
He had a southern drawl like a red-bone hound
And every word he said was my favorite sound
He'd be the last one off if the ship went down
The kinda man it feels good to be around
The kinda man it feels good to be around
He had hair as white as a cotton field
And he could spin you a story like a wagon wheel
All heart and soul and made of steel
Lord, I miss that man and I always will
I miss that man and I always will
He'd see through a lie like an old screen door
He taught me how to hunt and how to love the Lord
He carried a bible and a .44
And they just don't make 'em like that no more
He said, Take what you've got and do the best you can
The best thing you'll ever own is a piece of land
And he knew his like the back of his hand
He was something else, my old man
He was something else, my old man
He'd see through a lie like an old screen door
He taught me how to hunt and how to love the Lord
He carried a bible and a .44
And they just don't make 'em like that no more
No, they just don't make 'em like that no more
I saw him strum this thing every chance he could
And he left it to me like he said he would
And if you ask me why it sounds so good
It's 'cause I'm holdin' more than strings and wood
I'm holdin' more than strings and wood
He'd see through a lie like an old screen door
He taught me how to hunt and how to love the Lord
He carried a bible and a .44
And they just don't make 'em like that no more
No, they just don't make 'em like that no more
Hand me a towel, I'm dirty dancing by myself
Gone off tabs of that acid
Form me a circle, watch my Jagger
Might lose my jacket and hit a solo
One time
We too loud in public then police turned down the function
Now we outside and the timing's perfect
Forgot to tell you, gotta tell you how much I vibe with you
And we don't gotta be solo
Now stay away from highways
My eyes like them red lights
Right now I prefer yellow
Redbone, so mellow
Fuck 'round, be cutting you
Think we were better off solo
I got that act right in the Windy city that night
No trees to blow through
But blow me and I owe you
Two grams when the sun rise
Smoking good, rolling solo
Solo (solo)
Solo (solo)
S-solo (solo)
S-solo (solo)
It's hell on Earth and the city's on fire
Inhale, in hell there's heaven
There's a bull and a matador dueling in the sky
Inhale, in hell there's heaven
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Solo, solo
Solo, solo
I'm skipping showers and switching socks, sleeping good and long
Bones feeling dense as fuck, wish a nigga would cross
And catch a solo, on time
White leaf on my boxers, green leaf turn to vapors for the low
And that mean cheap, cause ain't shit free and I know it
Even love ain't, 'cause this nut cost, that clinic killed my soul
But you gotta hit the pussy raw though
Now your baby momma ain't so vicious, all she want is her picket fence
And you protest and you picket sign, but them courts won't side with you
Won't let you fly solo
I wanted that act right in Colorado that night
I brought trees to blow through, but it's just me and no you
Stayed up 'til my phone died
Smoking big, rolling solo
It's hell on Earth and the city's on fire
Inhale, in hell there's heaven
There's a bull and a matador dueling in the sky
Inhale, in hell there's heaven
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Ah (solo, solo)
(Solo)
By myself
(Solo)
(Solo, solo)
(Solo, solo)
Johnny P)
[Johnny P ad lib croons for 15 seconds]
[Chorus: Johnny P]
Rollin down the street on some shiny twenty-fo's
Pullin up with chocolate fe's and redbonnnes (la la la la la)
Blowin on some 'dro while I spit my money flow
Pullin up with chocolate fe's and redbonnnes (honey no)
Rollin down the street on some shiny twenty-fo's
Pullin up with chocolate fe's and redbonnnes (chocolate fe's and redbones)
Blowin on some 'dro while I spit my money flow
Pullin up with chocolate fe's and redbonnnes (ohh yeah)
[Twista + (Johnny P)]
One two three
You ain't never seen no motherfucker pimp like me
Stay up in the street lookin for honies throwin money in the club
Chubby thug ballin in the white tee
Roll a Swisher up and take it to the head
Havin fantasies of havin me two bitches in the bed
Dark-skinned and light-skinned like Mike, both of 'em lookin right
Spectacular when I get up in them legs
Have you ever seen a light-skinned freak
Butter pecan or vanilla, nipples and her pussy pink
(Hazel-eyed jet black baby hair that'll hurt yo' hearrrrrrt)
Have you ever seen a dark-skinned freak
Sexy and chocolate when she droppin in, my African Queen
(When she starts what is she like a Hershey bar)
The three of us need to drive up to an exotic place
Where y'all can double up on me, take me to outer space
Or we can keep it ghetto while hang in the hood on the porch
And later on we can fuck in front of the fireplace
But for now I'm only dippin through the block
Expressin to you all of the feelings in my chest
Wishin I could find a couple of girls on what I'm on
So they could help me end my stress, until then I'm just
[Chorus (w/ new ad libs)]
[Twista + (Johnny P)]
Look at lil' red
Talkin jazzy at the mouth, cause she think she the shit
Thinkin everybody around supposed to bow down to her
cause she's bored, but she's still my bitch
Now come take a look at miss black
Always got an attitude, and she stay on the attack
Why you always wanna whup a nigga ass, tellin me I'm bogus
But I love you cause yo' ass so fat
So now I gotta pimp my ride
Custom material, computer, and chrome on the side
Paint job can make you look like butter rollin
but you ain't rollin unless you got some twenty-fo's on the ride
And the do' suicide
Niggaz hatin but the bitches on the dick when the do's go up
Let the enemies see it good
When the homies in the ride and the forks and the fo's go up
... steady bendin through the block, and I'm tryin to find a ho
(And I'm pullin up with somethin candy painted mayyyne)
Everybody call me Twista, representer for the city of the dough
(Standin out on Madisson screamin out ain't it mayyyne)
Hit 'em with the one two three
[Chorus (w/ more different ad libs)]
[Johnny P - repeat 2X to fade]
You know I love my chocolate fe's and my redbones
I still love my peanut butter and my caramel girls
I got love for my chocolate fe's and my redbones
I still love my peanut butter and my caramel girls
Somewhere in the cradle of the deep south
Magnolias sway in the breeze
To the lonesome sound of a Redbone Hound
Howlin' at the moon and the trees
There's a sad eyed boy with his guitar
Cuttin' his teeth on the blues
Wishin' on a fallin' star
At 127 Rose Avenue
The distant moan of a midnight train
Comes blowin' through the night
He dips his pen in tears and pain
And he begins to write
Bout a whippoorwill too blue to fly
And the Indian he once knew
Bout lost highways, and purple skies
At 127 Rose Avenue
Caretaker said as he shook his head
"Son to you believe in Ghosts?"
Somewhere in the cradle of the deep south
Magnolias sway in the breeze
To the lonesome sound of a redbone hound
Howlin' at the moon and the trees
There's a sad eyed boy with his guitar
Cuttin' his teeth on the blues
Wishin' on a fallin' star at 127, Rose Avenue
The distant moan of a midnight train
Comes blowin' through the night
He dips his pen in tears and pain and he begins to write
'Bout a whippoorwill too blue to fly
And the Indian he once knew
'Bout the lost highways and purple skies at 127, Rose Avenue
Caretaker said as he shook his head
Son, do you believe in ghosts?
Guns clap like patty cake
Blood gang red bandana face
Make them pussies pop theyself
You can call that "masturbate"
I don't front don't fabricate
I get high, I gravitate
Weezy F Baby, bitch
The F is for fascinate
Louisiana from that swamp
I'mma pull this bitch out and dump
Better run like Forrest Gump
Fuck you and where you from
3-2 I am the one: job well done
I ball 24/7, 3-6-5, 12 months
What's up redbone, what's up caramel
Come to Wayne's world, it's a fairy tale
Yeah, I'm high, bitch, bitch I parasail
Carter 4 is late, sorry for the wait
Make it
What am I (A real nigga)
This coupe I'm in cost a quarter mil nigga
Niggas hatin, I feel niggas
AK47 locked and loaded 'bout to kill niggas
(Huh now what you say) I'm bout to kill niggas
(Huh now what you say) I'm bout to kill niggas
AK 47 locked and loaded bout to kill niggas
Real niggas love me, bitches they ain't never stop
Hating niggas fuck 'em, they can eat a bunch of cock
I'ma move this white shit, all you did was punch the clock
Nobody arrested all they did was rush the block
Do it for my realies, 'cause they the ones that feel me
Til God calls for me or 1 of these niggas kill me
As far as the rap game go I'm the Achilles
Last man standing, quick flipping fast gramming
My back against the wall what I do blast cannon
Pre-meditated, I already planned it
Let you see that barrel, burner to your eye
It's assault if he lives but its murder if he dies (Fuck him)
What am I (A real nigga)
This coupe I'm in cost a quarter mil nigga
Niggas hatin, I feel niggas
AK47 locked and loaded 'bout to kill niggas
(Huh now what you say) I'm bout to kill niggas
(Huh now what you say) I'm bout to kill niggas
(Huh now what you say) I'm bout to kill niggas
AK 47 locked and loaded bout to kill niggas
Don't start no shit won't be no shit
She a cancer I hit her with the chemo dick
I'm married to the mob my tuxedo fit
Now can you treat a blood like a mosquito bitch
I'm the exterminator they call me terminator
I cock this motherfucker back and Arnold Schwarzenegger
I'm still a Martian nigga approach with caution nigga
I'm bout to kill em baby no abortion nigga
Toss a nigga in a river wearing cement shoes
Smokin' quarters and pounds I'm on my p's & q's
And my redbone taste like strawberry shortcake
I'm still trying to find a pain pill for heartbreak
I'm in this bitch kush in this swisher
I'm with my niggas y'all witnesses
Yeah
RIP to them fake niggas
VIP for my skate niggas (Tunechi!)
From the palm trees to the red clay
We get down the same way
Lil Jon's from Scott but this little
Cuban's from the County of Dade
Pitbull is here to voice his opinion
And y'all gon hear it
All up and down The Eastside
Im'a show y'all how dirty we
Ride from Dade to Decatur
Only difference is y'all blow dro
And we blow crip
But really there's no differecne cause
They're both green and sticky
I don't mean to be picky but Jon
Tell your boys from the Eastside to
Put me down with one of
Those redbone who has a pretty face
N waist and thick thighs
From the M-IA to the A T-L we been uh
Connecting on work but keep that on the DL
HAA!
I'm a eastside nigga, I get active
All red handkerchief, blueface Franklins
Ghostface Killah with the all mink ankle length
Toolbelt on underneath for my maintenance
Two redbones, fuck 'em each simultaneous-ly
I be-be walkin', no baby steps
Niggas actin' like they hard they just Raisinets
My slime brazy, slime still get a brazy check
Big B, triple OG, and rated X
White diamonds, rose gold, red Patek on
All the blood money you done caught me red-handed
I'ma pull red truck, nigga call me red snapper
I'ma hop out with the toaster
Lookin' for the breadbasket
Blood will leave a nigga bleedin', so will business
Lil' nigga this a business meeting
Bickin' back, bein' bool with Badu on, nigga
I Piru on everything I put my shoe on nigga
Lil Tunechi I be
I be blood, blood, blood walkin' while I'm
Blood, blood, blood talkin' I be
Blood, blood, blood walkin' while I'm
Blood, blood, blood talkin' I be
Blood walkin' and uh, blood talkin' gotta
Red rag on me, got the strap on me, woah
What's brackin'?
Northside coolin', shorty, yeah that's where I stay
Heard you was a lame boy, get up out my face
And my ex keep calling, swear that she be in the way
And I need a thick redbone shorty where I lay
Bad bih in LA, tell me that she'll make the trip
Shorty bad as hell, yeah, with them Kylie Jenner lips
Uber every fucking where, pre-rolls in my VIP
Canada jawn, yeah I think that bitch from the six
Shawty wanna kiss me but I know she sucking dick
Shawty wanna kiss me but I know she sucking dick
Look Uber everywhere pre rolls in the VIP
Yea Uber everywhere pre rolls in my VIP
Aye (Skrr!
ASAP) But I'm fly like I never left
You's a lie, like fly without the letter F
If hip hop is dead, fuck it, let it rest
Reincarnated through me when she resurrect
Long hair, Blue jeans, live on U-Stream
High top boots like Pac in a Juice scene
No it ain't a movie, diamonds in by new gleam
Dead tone 'cause the redbones is my new thing
Nigga, I do things, let the coupe sing
Niggas say I'm insane, Saddam Hussein
Niggas still jokers, me, I'm on my Bruce Wayne
Fly kicks, my shit, yeah, I'm on that Liu Kang
I ain't bragging but I do this, my shoes is Bermudas
I'm bougie in that Gucci but my nudies is my newest
And your foolishness and rumors, I give two shits
I only hear the money, save the bullshit for the Q-Tips
Swag is the coolest, my bitch is the rudest
My jeweler is Jewish and my wrist is the bluest
And I get it poppin' on the block like Whoo Kid
ASAP standing on the block like the new kids
Got two bad bitches with a nigga
And you know they gon' fuck all night (Right)
And I rock hard white
Nigga rich game pride
I'll pull up on whores and I'm sitting on fours, in a big boy drop
Call big boy shots, all clear stones in my big boy watch
All year long, got the strip on lock
Everytime we in this bitch, man, shit gon' pop
My hip on Glock, your hip on nothing
My niggas got racks, y'all niggas be fronting
Red Cartier, redbone bitch
Red bottoms on her, hair long as shit (Hold up)
Yellow gold Ro', yellow bone ho
And yellow bottles of Spades, nigga
Whole clique self made, nigga
Poof!
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