Lyrics:
a hot buttered pop-da-pop-da-pop, dibbie dibbie
Pop-da-pop-pop, you don't dare stop
Come alive, y'all, gimme whatcha got
I guess by now you can take
That's how we do it
[Red 1] Collabo, Beatnuts and Rascalz
[Beatnuts] Beatnuts and Rascalz, we don't stop
[Misfit] Nobody do it like us yo
[Red 1] Holding
seen some ugly trees
There was a werewolf honkin'
'Long the side of me
I'm mean 'n I'm bad, why'know I ain't no sissy
Got a big-titty girly by
quicksand, but don't get left stuck
Twisted like a loose leaf, 14, I'm smokin' red rum
Duct-taped the mouth of the opp, he ain't said nothin
Pop another
'm affected by the streets, no appetite, I can't eat
I only see red when I see, I think it's my PTSD (gang)
I think it's my PTSD (whoa), I think it's my PTSD,
back in your arms
Red eyes, red wine, shit's overdrawn
Dark skies, little white lies
I don't want to fall back, I just want to pause (I don't want
think you know that
I know what I really need
And trust me, you're not at my speed
But I don't want you in my life, alright?
You should know by now that
shootin when we shot
Use to showing love to my dog through a green dot
If I don't know you I'm serving you rerock
They put the cuffs on my wrist like
we've lucked into
And you look like you
Wanna catch a red-eye to the coast somewhere
Watch the moon fall and listen to the waves roll by
So do I
If
lights
Blowing on Dro by the three
Glad I aint got no more beef
No more holding the heat
Got soda with a zip
Blowing in the whip
Just ashed on myself
Got
Don't need no more, my head's spinnin'
(Go, go)
I lost my friends, where are we? (Where are they?)
I lost my phone, what happened? (What's goin' on?)
heavy
I think that I need a break
Don't know where I've been lately yeah (Going MIA)
Seventeen with a dream to get rich by myself yeah
Trappin' out
shes the one
Only go down to come up
She only go down to come up
And she only think that red, red, redrum
And she only think that red, red, redrum
She
of chips
I'm all that
And a bag of chips
Fucking right
Drunk off life
You should have a sip
Swallow you with audibles
I don't go by the playbook
Cut myself
Red dot to the stomach imma makem burp
They don't like to see me rather see me on a shirt
I know she a red flag by the way she rock the birks
Always
see me stroll by
In the Bob Marley tie die with the red eye
I'm sick now, I think I'm catching glaucoma
Standing on the corner, looking for weed donors
one day and another goofy motherfucker the
Next.
DJ READY RED: I think it's time you kicked some more of that shit!
WILLIE D: Yeaaah!
There seems
I, just want you by my side
Now it's up to me
Controlling all the game like a referee
Get another band and I'll stunt on me
These hoes don't wanna play
your bitch, don't know where I been
Parade in my city, plenty murder cases
City players, outside prayin'
Hold up, think I see the pill man, I'm finna
don't know what you are
But I wear the scars
Like medals
Red on red
Red on red
By no means
No fucking bullshit dreams
I know why I'm here
It's ringing in
Chatonja, Can you handle this?
Aphasia, Can you handle this?
Jayelle, Can you handle this?
I don't think they can handle this!
Barely move, we've
through the door
I sat across from her like I’ve known her before
I asked her why she’s all alone and on the floor
You don’t have to cry anymore
I think
Oh I think we too sweet (velvet)
Pass you by in two seat (tell it)
Purse drop in that whoo suite (sell it)
Can't rap for a book deal (shelf it)
You
'm better than the next man
I can still remember how we used to be giving the Lord a red light
And even though He brought us over here still we blow it some
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