Red Lyrics

Walk around town, but its red can you see nigga?

Lead up in your chest, walk around can you breathe nigga?

Crying for a bitch, walk her down you aint P nigga

Askin where I'm from, lil homie from the three nigga

Runnin from a pole up in ya face, that's what sukkas do

Even if you had your blikk tucked you would neva shoot

Kikkin down your door, four-four cause your rents due

You can hide your inner sukka, but I see through you

Try to get me set up; I'm a stratigizer

Burn this nigga up gasoline with a zippo lighter

Chew em up; spit em out like an appetizer

Smack this nigga up; if he cries here's a pacifier

Red up in his teeth, I got red up in my pocket

If your set to let off rounds; like Mutombo ima block it

I said shoutout to ET to these niggas I'm a prophet

Self defense I keep a rocket, self defense now where's my docket

Yeah, I'm big blooded, to niggas I'm big brotha

I don't care about his family; I shoot cousins and mothers

Can't compare me to niggas, across the bridge I'm like no other

Get involved with these triggers, if you don't slide don't call me brother

Goofy ass nigga; he was laughing on the inhale

Not up in your city lil nigga you won't prevail

Sayin you a demon but ya ass won't even make hell

Blick him in the chest he wasn't laughing on the exhale

Walk around town, but its red can you see nigga?

Lead up in your chest, walk around can you breath nigga?

Crying for a bitch, walk her down you aint P nigga

Askin where I'm from, lil homie from the three nigga

Three-six-oh, hang this busta from a tree nigga

Fee-fi-foe, Six Ten I leave debris nigga

Peep that door, open up he gon flee nigga

Peep that hoe, bend her over spread my seed nigga

Runnin from a pole up in ya face, that's what sukkas do

Even if you had your blikk tucked you would neva shoot

Kikkin down your door, four-four cause your rents due

You can hide your inner sukka, but I see through you

Aye nigga, ion fuck wit ya homie shit

Flexin off a hunnid views I aint even know you spit; know ya klikk

Damn nigga gotta know ya shit,

Say you got yo dawgs homie ion even know ya pit

Send me to the dog pound, the rakes is what I throw down

Niggas think I'm vice but they know me by a bloodhound

Let me set my glock down

The heavy shit like three-pound

Fuckin wit a Treesh, I only snag her for the rebound

Did I shoot the right ford

Shootin in the right door

Reverse of the five four

Used hang wit bloods dawg I'm not a fuckin Vice Lord

Stab yourself with thy sword

Flat snow bunny; calm down nigga that's a whiteboard

Said he got 3 hundred not Mercedes that's a Chrysler

Hot like lightsabers can't say that that's a light sword

Thirty-eight Bitches on my dick I be quite bored

If she wants to talk back smack her be polite whore