Lyrics:
the coke was uncrushable
Guns is fingerprint-proof, we "Ryde or Die"
You drivin' by, we clap at your ride, good-bye
I keep my song in my soul
Blessed
shouldn't love me I'm toxic
Gun to your head and I cocked it
He texting you bitch block him
'Fore he got stitches all in his noggin
I'm a red flag no cap
for your head
Diamonds on my guns and on my neck
Better pray and lay down so they don't find you dead
It's gonna be a massacre whole lotta red
Three for
environment, I quit school, I fell in love with guns
Yeah
Niggas be trippin' with that dissin', yeah, that's a red flag
Straight drive with that mafia, we get
yo what happen to the truth
Yo somebody tell me why he shoot
He pulled out a gun and he knew he had to shoot
You live by the gun and you die by the gun
Mood so fly.
Never felt better.
Girl by my side wearing
Beijing leather.
Baby may be poor
but her figure's like heaven.
Eyebrow shoot me down
better
red Rum! (x4)
[Project Pat]
A .44 bullet shell took my niggas life
Triggers pulled by some young niggas on that white
He used to fuck with them boys
Uh, uh
Shut the fuck up right now
Uh, uh, uh
I'm runnin' the game and I'm seein' red red right now
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, I'm gonna let you down
Uh, uh,
my guns
All my women
Ryc is chillin
Sorta like a villain
Surrounded by funky fresh n fly women
Some um is poolside, some um is swimmin
Some um
the bitch up put the gangsta twist on
Her sunny southern cal it never snows
Niggas yelling ha's and ho's we dumping out of 64's
When it comes to the gun
guns
Save your blessings
We're fighting a machine
Beaten by the machine
Ah oooh defeated by the machine
Ah oooh crushed by a murder machine
Ah oooh
and the pipe
Young nigga rolling weed in a cigar he can light
Bang red either blue selling hard and the white
Live by the gun, never run from a fight
Trayvon in
red either blue selling hard and the white
Live by the gun, never run from a fight
Trayvon in a hoodie, walking through the neighborhood he
Didn't do
Woke up this mornin', (yeah)
You got yo'self a gun (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Got yo'self a gun
Yo, I'm livin' in this time behind enemy lines so
I got
(Yea! Yea!)
Yeah I got a whole lotta syrup (uh)
And we got a whole lotta molly (lotta molly)
Today I put some red in a sprite (some red)
And I got
My hood (hood!), hoes (hoes!), thugs (thugs!)
What it is it good for? absolutely nothin' nothin' nothin'...
My hood (hood!), guns (guns!), drugs
controlled by the aggravation in my life. In my life
All my devastation won't undermine or define the creation in my time. In my time
Red blooded man. She got
Hop out of the van I got all my guns blazing
Ima empty out the clip inside yo body yeah I'm lasing
Said you wanted all the smoke you didn't know what
Woke up this mornin' (yeah)
You got yourself a gun (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Got yourself a gun
Yo, I'm livin' in this
Time behind enemy lines, so
I got
[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,
"Son, we live in a world that
Has walls and those walls have
To be guarded by men with guns
Who's gonna do it? You?"
Back to early middle ages
scheming
Red letter day, red menace stay with the ghost gun squeezing
1911 do 'em 1917, straight treason
No rest or reprieve fucking with me and JJ Demon
And if my voice and these words isn't enough for you nerds to listen
Then maybe i'll grab a gun and maybe i'll be the one to spray blood on the kitchen
Leave a nigga block full of nothin' but guts, brains
Ain't no way, nowhere that these niggas could duck flames
My guns up for and tellin' all to suck
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