RED DOTS (Live) Lyrics

Wake up in the morning trying to get a bag, trying to hit a lick

Fuck niggas wanna talk trash, we gone get 'em hit

Bag chaser, I'm on the road for the strips

4K, I ain't on the phone wit' no bitch

I'm to the neck, I ain't riding wit' no snitch

I'm 'bout a bag, I ain't really 'bout no bitch

Had to wait my turn but I'm destined, for real

Had me feeling like a red shirt freshman, for real

I be rollin' wit' the red shirt, red team that up glock

Those not chicken pox, those infrared dots

Pop-pop, you ain't on shit, on my Pop Pop

I can't spend no dollars on you mama, I'm a papa

(Ha-ha)

Baby, I need all the chili baba

Knock-knock, here for the rah-rah, wit' all my Rottweilers

Bity Morgue driller, for real, a graveyard stockpiler

I don't wanna fuck your bitch, she got thot mileage

Wake up in the morning trying to get a bag, trying to hit a lick

Fuck niggas wanna talk trash, we gone get 'em hit

Bag chaser, I'm on the road for the strips

4K, I ain't on the phone wit' no bitch, nigga

I'm to the neck, I ain't riding wit' no snitch

I'm 'bout a bag, I ain't really 'bout no bitch

Had to wait my turn but I'm destined, for real

Had me feeling like a red shirt freshman, for real

I be rollin' wit' the red shirt, red team that up glock

Those not chicken pox, those infrared dots

Pop-pop, you ain't on shit, on my Pop Pop

I can't spend no dollars on you mama, I'm a papa

(Ha-ha)

Baby, I need all the chili baba

Knock-knock, here for the rah-rah, wit' all my Rottweilers

Bity Morgue driller, for real, a graveyard stockpiler