Lyrics:
It's your boy Lil B
A'yo Just Blaze come holla at me bro
It's your boy Lil B Red Flame Mixtape
This the intro
If you didn't get Blue Flame go
Get
somethin' just like cream of wheat
Sweep you off your feet
Broomstick a nigga, hood sweet
These lil niggas don't want war with me
Want no war with me
Choppa
that he rep, if he talk crazy we leaving him dead
Painted the walls, now a nigga see red
Ice on my neck but a nigga bleeding
How I'm in the stu with
filled wit' begets
Riding through Eastover look that is where I stay at
I drive a Bentley and park a Bentley
Buyin' rims by the feet 'cause they short
know I was the first nigga droppin' on Tay Keith beats
Before you niggas ever knew about him, on God
Yeah
I been goin' hard for the block for a lil
to chrome gats
Levis to Guess jeans, black and white to big screens
Six by nine to 18's, Bumsalack to sipping lean
Regals with white walls, 20 inch with
And Lil Wayne was working harder too
All of us was getting street paper but that was way before Carter 2
If you from Texas and a Screw head when I wrote
niggas do me like that
Bro watch how you talk these niggas some rats
You ain't been in the hood you need you a map
Cannot be last, came with a plan
All my
Fuck you on the hood of
Red strip and green Lamborghini
Go head and take this x-pill
That there buck you up
Probably have you walking round like "Damn
spot
She be sharing like the WiFi
(Verse 1)
N*gga on the set my word lil mama burnt out
Late night premium snaps getting turnt out
$9.99 for
face at
And the MAC 11 tucked in where da 12 gauge at
When I was 13 had 14 grams of ajax
Turned 15 start spitting 16s
Of straight crack
By 17, 18th
(Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes)
Riding by myself in that all-red Enzo
Smoke make it look like I got tinted windows
Young Money, bitch, but for short, it's
(Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes)
Riding by myself in that all-red Enzo
Smoke make it look like I got tinted windows
Young Money, bitch, but for short, it's
the rafe
I'm barely in the door, fuck the rain, I'm straight
Riding big bucket, me and my girl KimYeing
Worried bout nothing, I got lisce' and registration
Nigga suga free I need a lot of hoes
I’m in the hood w the cholos tell em vamonos real hood baby I don’t ever sip no adios
I’m sippin Modelo riding w
hood wearin' flue you gettin' fucked up
By your true 'are you nigga named see-K
Rick' get back, Rick' get ruled every single week day
And I can't stand
Mafia for 12 years
We've been getting it crunk
The kings from Memphis man riding in my Chevy Truck
[Lil Wyte]
I'm from the bay I thrown them bows
Who
Just a lil bit
So fine, looking like a snack
Painted on jeans, Von Dutch hat
She walk by me, said I gotta have that
She look me in the eye and said,
hooked on that powder bag my lil' shooter on that molly bad
You either shootin' up or sellin' smack
Who am to judge I had to shake that monkey off my back
gon' need it
Anything I say, I stand behind it
I can guarantee it
Riding 'round my city by myself
Like I'm not famous
Know that I can get jacked but they
Red Riding Hood wants to kill Little Boy Blue
And the wolf too, what is Mister Rogers doing?
Moved out his Jordan, bought him a Ewing
Him, Little Boy
Lil Uzi, Yeah yeah
You know I'm savage
.40 Glock posted on the block
And my shorty pop when that forty stop
You a cold rat informing cops
I want them niggas seeing red
My niggas is wanted
By street, by the state, by the hood
They up to no good
My niggas is wanted
They coming for
don't want to say only right, but s***
Only logic by riding around in the hood all day
And not in the suburbs
Because crack cocaine is mostly found in
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