Lyrics:
Let me go I gotta ride, gotta find me a home
Gotta grab me a sack, better hide with it though
You ain't seen a motherfucker doin this much blow
Red
I'm getting by with my wicked ways
I'm loading up and I'm taking names
I wanna dig my way to hell
I wanna dig my way to hell
I'm getting by
by
I had to mix something with them percs that shit wouldn't get me high
My grandma used to blow her checks just to get me fly
So when it's time
wire here or was it red?
'Cause it's my fate
I operate on hate
(Hate, hate, hate, hate, hate)
I go by many other names
But now
I am
Switch, switch, swerve
I give that bitch what she deserve
I ain't fuckin' with a bird
Louis duffel full of herb
I need that 'Rari by the curb
I need
it do?
I keep a red bitch, I call her Damu
I'm sayin' "soowoo" to the hive
You know what I'm bangin' bout
Pistol in my sock
If I run I'll blow a ankle
could you stretch then bend?
N Y C, could you stretch then bend?
M I A, could you stretch then bend?
A T L, won't you stretch then bend?
St. Louis, won't
tu, pay per view, Sky
Royalty, loyal chi? Baby don't lie
B di Blood, B come Big Toy, B come Block, come street boys
Red come TMOE, back to the Beast
if I will ever blow
If not it still saves me from 50
I oneder which way I will go
Keep stacking red notes, or open a envelopes
Invest in a business,
no, so
I can't conceive
That leaves would grow on trees
And blow with the breeze
And come back next Spring
But the perplexities of life
Brings
Juicy
Got me feeling like I'm suvy
Can't fuck with that nigga he goofy
Bitches really wanna know me
Slide by, fucking blow me
If you gonna slide, blow me,
It's like red light green light, where we gon go
It's like red light green light, where we gon go
Make a left down that mother fucking road
EZ Pass
I got red, I got blue, what you want?
The Chanel or Balenciaga, Louis and Vuitton
She know I got the Fendi, Prada when I hit Milan
I needed me
Don't blow my high
I might die tonight
Don't blow my high
I might die tonight
You need to be careful
when smoking the devils lettuce
it's killed
Put the game in a chokehold
She make it bounce like pogo
Red cup in my hand
I was meant to be Solo
But she still wanna ride like Polo
So I lean back
at the poker table
I walk 'em down Al Pacino
Blow the top off, spill the insides, cappuccino
I don't speak bullshit let me hop on Duolingo
If that's yo bitch why
wanna fuck with the dead red hood
I'm just fucked up by who wronged me
Now im back they all on me
Red is all I ever see
And I'm causing controversy
Cus my
(bankroll)
Red flag (red flag) I can't go
I'm a do what I gotta do to get me some dough
By any means necessary gotta kick in the door
These suckas trolling
Congo, congo
She twerk it to the congo
Congos, them guns sound like congos
My jits do this for fun, ho
And they love lettin' guns blow
Huh,
dust
But strong winds blow and red dust flies
It's time for me to say goodbye
I'll break up with that small town
I learned to live by breathing
Finally
Let a bad bitch do what she wanna (Let a bad bitch be bad)
Say you got a bag then pussy boy go buy her bundles (pussy boy go blow a bag)
She wanna act
life's a game I'm not playin'
Bitches don't mean shit to me anymore
I have taken my blows I'm still standin'
Now as time went on the the two kept
up
Cause all i wanna do
Is take flight take flight
Please don't blow my high
Time to get up
Some honeys came thru
And stayed the night
Stayed the night
on the floor that I don't love
It blows
(Can't go on)
Living in a red hot clinic I'm ready to go
You know?
(Can't go on)
I'm wasting my rubber soul
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