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these dummies 
Red dot to his nose he a clown 
Free all my brothers in da pound  

I really be grinding
I really be ballin 
While you niggas playing
Ya

Written by Christo Andriopoulos



Top down
Shirt off 
Yup It’s the summer time
Ridin’ in the whip
Floating on cloud 9
On the 101 listening

why my eyes red
Through the madness i still pray before i go to bed
And all my youngins flippin, hopin they don’t meet the feds
And cause you talked

the greed compounds
The red spade 'bout to play as the judgment amounts

History, there's proof in it
Sudan to the Nazi camps
Slavery from the motherlands

You ever been threatened by a cop my crackers
You ever been stared at on your block my crackers
You went and bought the fit so now you rap type nigga

colder by the week
Said baby won't you lie to me
Some more about this over-hanging tree
Like no branch will ever break or shed a leaf
Like it never started

You knew from the start that this was not right
You ignored my flaws and ran the red lights
'Cause you see me as the husband type
But your timing it

credit while y'all worried bout the past debt
Life flash by why I'm rolling on my last bet
She support the music even though I'm not gassed yet
Damn but I

time I headlined
They begged for me
Last time I had no whip I bought 3
Now it's gold bottles flooded to the feet
Roc Boy
Ciroc Boy
Now in Ramada Boy
By

a red cup but I'm sipping on pink
Rolling that strong, I got that strength
I'm like a hero that money I save
I got yo bih she giving me face
They be

addicted to meds
Everylight that i drive to is turning to red
I don't trust nobody i walk with a blade
My record is clean i aint messing with no feds

(when you promised me you leave)
Yeah what I do (but you came back just for me) (yeah)
Man time just go by haven't seen you in a week (yeah)
She said I'm

by any means (woah)
I switched it up, did it three times
And these niggas they pussy they feline, it's like these niggas hate in they free time
Imma go

Another black body dropped
By the gun of a cop
Shoutout to Trey Songz
He put that cop in a headlock
I wish he wouldn't of stopped
Blue and White turn

Guess I don't get the rules
I'd put a bullet in a ref
Ain't really see red
But I don't take no threats
A swimming pool
When I step up out my bed
Keeping

Seals
Then I Saw A Lamb Looking As If It Had Been Slain
Standing In The Centre Of The Throne
Encircled By The Four Living Creatures
And The Elders
He Had

shorty had two hundred rocks
Palmed in his hand I'm right there sittin right by the mailbox
Two niggas with me posted playing music off his phone
Shorty

here to give my two cents
Foolish think you fuck with me bitch prove it
You just hate I go by Dubs because you losing
Pooping shitting on the mic and I'm

Sometime I wish that i knew Puff
Pull up red car wit a tux
Years ain't on my side
But i got months and a couple days
I could fuck your bitch in the club
In

with every problem
Narcotics may calm my nerves
Temporarily it might solve it
Its going on in my noggin
So dark now I think I'm Gothic
Big Red got his

me by myself 'cause I don't like people
Shawty kiss and tell, she can't keep a secret
I'm buyin' new Chanel for like three bitches
This straight

are fucking amazing
And these days I feel like I'm closer to Satan
I'm living like Neo and coding the matrix
Red Mangekyou Sharingan, like I got lasik

you teach me like a lecture
Maybe if you come home with me in a Tesla
By the time we get there, you will feel electric
Now I know the difference between

they fabricated
I used to baking soda my loads to multiply my paper
I'm from the trenches is already a slim chance we making it
Red or blue baggies