Red Dots Lyrics

Red dots, red dots

Bitch I hit the headshot

Turning rappers deadstock

I put them in the fed spot

Red dots, red dots

All upon your headtop

Play it like the red sox

Then piss while at the rest stop, bitch

Don't know the half of it

Smoking on cannabis

Gucci mane, activist

Playing the pacifist

Don't got a past offense

Up at the bat to miss

I'm gonna stack my chips

Cause I'm so adamant

Call me the mofucking Rock

I always gotta gorilla inside

World is a fuck and we all born to die

Certainly one of the rappers alive

I eat the pussy like fourth of july

Shoutout the turtle we comin with fye

And if you wanna just go and deny

You better lay on the ground pray to God, bitch

Red dots, red dots

Bitch I hit the headshot

Red dots, red dots

You can call me deadshot

Red dots, red dots

Turning rappers deadstock

Red dots, red dots

All upon your headtop

Red dots, red dots

Bitch I hit the headshot

Red dots, red dots

You can call me deadshot

Red dots, red dots

Turning rappers deadstock

Red dots, red dots

All upon your headtop

I do not give no confessions

I slide in it then I give viral impressions

I gotta address it

You wanna come talk to me, you send a message

You too codependent

Yeah Jorge de Guzman, I am the defendant

I gotta go get it

On top of the letters

Never been to Venice

Done tennis or Denny's

The system is working yeah shoutout to Dennis

I'm lurking, my verses gon' rip up your circus

On surface your person don't slip up rehearsals

On cuts I got first or it's you gettin murdered

Put you in the hearses I do in on purpose

I was on Sea cause I know how to part it

Call in the defeat or I'm at your apartment

I need the red ink cause I'm tatting a target

Attacking the heart aches you bitch gotta stop it

Bitch I am Bubbles I'm settin off rockets

On top of the profits I make like it's StockX

You telling me stop it but I'm in the topics

The threads and the forums all calling me prophet

I'm toxic you dead and I'm all in your pocket

I'm slapping your diamonds you calling me bop it

A copper just had to get stopped in his Taurus

Don't do electronics or comment, I'm amish

I'm forced to go head and divorce all your lockets

They passing the torch to the man in the cockpit

I'm crashing the course so I get to the tropics

The task in the morgue is now done and I stopped it

Now all these dead rappers to mourn from my process

Hypnotic on tracks and demonic to problems

Atomic bomb all on this shit make a copy

On top of this, I just come back like a zombie

Red dots, red dots

Bitch I hit the headshot

Red dots, red dots

You can call me deadshot

Red dots, red dots

Turning rappers deadstock

Red dots, red dots

All upon your headtop

Red dots, red dots

Bitch I hit the headshot

Red dots, red dots

You can call me deadshot

Red dots, red dots

Turning rappers deadstock

Red dots, red dots

All upon your headtop