Red Line Lyrics

Big Glock, four five

We was on road through the cold nights

If I tell you you're my blooda then it's for life

Backy got my eyes low I think i'm going blind

Working overtime, tryna get mine

Only real Niggas in my franchise

Niggas try who? He a dead guy

Push the foreign till it red line yea

Two twenty on the dash

I be getting to the cash, yea

Bad bitch ass fat

She let me hit it from the back uh huh

Pussy dripping like a tap uh huh

She let met knock it off the map uh huh

I told my hittas keep a strap uh huh

Cause niggas wanna see you lack

I like my blunts hot, I like the head rush

I got the block on lock without the handcuffs

In the spot triggity trappin' runnin' the bands up

With different colour bitches that keep telling me i'm handsome

I got money on my mind, I can't get enough

I was down, bad had to step it up

Drowning all my feelings I think I might need another cup

Lil bitch don't ask me nothing just get down and start to suck me up

Run up on me, pussy nigga must be dumb enough

I was fourteen watching Brodie wrap the bundles up

Serving all the beans cause I gotta make it double up

Glizzy with a beam, better run with it nana nana nana na

Big Glock, four five

We was on road through the cold nights

If I tell you you're my blooda then it's for life

Backy got my eyes low I think i'm going blind

Working overtime, tryna get mine

Only real Niggas in my franchise

Niggas try who? He a dead guy

Push the foreign till it red line yea

Red line

Dead Guys

Ain't so switching on this side

Ten k the franchise