Fill Ya Tummy ft. Red Dizzy Lyrics

See Red Dirt inna Rari

DG ridin inna Vette

Swag Gzz inna Maserati

Bad bitch lookin like Ari

Neck wrist bling at the party

I'm Flexin too much I'm sorry

Can't keep up with me I be cruisin with speed

Ride around with DG with the breesh inna lamb

Park in the handicap don't give a damn

All love on the block man it's only the fam

Turn ya back on me you failed the exam

Hit my jack Siri tell me it's a scam

Shoot me an email it might go to spam

Sneak dissin get you cut off like a dam

Run a nigga over inna Hummer

Knock him to the side down deep in the gutters

Hit em like the Plague in Black Summer

Skirtin off the scene burnin rubber

They call me Jerry but I got a tommy

Ooters on the way they bout to catch a homi

Blow your legs off you crawl like a zombie

You hungry these bullets gon fill up ya tummy

Red Dirt he be runnin shit like he a running back

Once the bullets hit you there's no comin back

Catch a opp lackin he know that we rushin that

Load the glizzy aim it down then we clutchin that

He got a bounty on him yea we huntin that

Before that I need thirty racks you ain't frontin that shit bitch

Cash out spending racks with a shorty she loving that

Back to the crib yea I'm fuckin that

Niggas posted on the block

They be totin hammers they gon let it pop

Fuck with gang they gon send you to the doc

Play games we finna make it to the top

On that bully shit nigga ain't lettin it fly

The cat got a supercharger it's a redeye

Red Dirt the producer he mix it like stir fry

Don't let the hood take yo life man you'se a good guy

But if you sanctioned don't worry you good guy

You a opp better hope that you not passing by

Send shots at ya car if you pass you could die

Ain't no need to cap man ain't no need to lie

You not catching me lacking nigga I ain't high

Rest in peace to the real niggas up in the sky

Yo bitch in my dms Im not gon reply

Slymir with the ball he got shoot call him Sly

Ima wild boy shoutout D Momo and Khi

We gon go camouflage then blitz you like a bonsai 

In the jungle like Far Cry

Spot an opp from afar got a sharp eye

Kicked little bro off the game better not cry

I be pulling them strings no Guitar Guy

Jah do his thing on fortnite with the dark knight

Way he play think he came from the dark side

Stippled grip tape on the strap give me quickdraw

You done made shorty pissed off

Don't get it twisted these bullets don't hit soft

Fuck around 50 cal rounds blow yo limbs off

Aye, AKs, HKs, Tec 9 Mac 10 it's a Cold War

We gon leave him on the cold floor

Step in the scope we gon blam him

Merked 10 dudes inna row feeling merciless

Finna go off with this hammer

Red spittin heat on the beat cops tuned in

They might throw him in the slammer

But they can't take me yet Jah need a lamb

And a jet he gon park in the hangar

Ferris Ave Posse the block that I'm from

155 in the stu making bangers

Ferris Ave Posse