Free Big Red ft. Young Ross Lyrics

Yea mane dis Red man

You know 1 thang I'm holdin it down

You know a nigga gone be back out there

Sooner than later

(Yah feel me)

It's small shit to a giant

(Yah feel me)

You know when you a real nigga

It's just certain shit you gotta go through

(Yah feel me)

But it's small thangs to a giant

(Yahhhh huh)

Turning up to the max

Bitch you know what's up (you know what's up)

Bad bitch lookin at me like she tryna fuck (huh)

Me and my niggas hit the scene

In a armor truck (armor truck)

Caught him slippin out the crib

Now he outta luck (ha ha ha)

Baby mama on my phone

Always tryna fuss (always tryna fuss)

Keep it playa tah the grave

I could never cuff (yahhhh)

9 on me paranoid

I could never trust (never trust)

Hood nigga out tha Gutta

Bitch you know what's up (bitch you know what's up)

Free Big Red

You heard what I said (yahhhh)

They ever disrespect it

Then we fill umm with sum lead (fill umm with sum lead)

Lay umm down tah rest

Gotta umm reachin fah a bed

Fasho can get his soul

If we aiming fah his head (bop bop bop bop)

But at the same time (huh)

Money can make a nigga change lines (change lines)

Thinkin they yo nigga

Puttin money on yo brains nah (on yah brains nah)

Talkin tah the people

Puttin statements on yah name huh (making statements)

Ridin in yo whip

Can't believe that was the same guy (nooo)

But ima aim high (aim high)

If I fall come and catch me (hmm)

Not thirsty fah no pussy

Only fuckin if she let me (nope)

If she let me

Ain't no choosin hoes (aint no choosin hoes)

Hit that nigga Ryan

Fah a movie role (what up Keenan & Ryan)

100,000 in profit soon as we step on the scene (step on the scene)

Niggas know that we got it

Gotta keep us a beam (huh)

Not a bitch or a nigga

Dividing shit in my team (huh)

Wonder why we the hottest

Then I can teach you some things uh (whew!)

Turning up to the max

Bitch you know what's up (you know what's up)

Bad bitch lookin at me like she tryna fuck (huh)

Me and my niggas hit the scene

In a armor truck (armor truck)

Caught him slippin out the crib

Now he outta luck (ha ha ha)

Baby mama on my phone

Always tryna fuss (always tryna fuss)

Keep it playa tah the grave

I could never cuff (Young Ross)

9 on me paranoid

I could never trust (never trust)

Hood nigga out tha Gutta

Bitch you know what's up (bitch you know what's up)

(Ayye)

(Ha ha ha)

(Aye)

Yea I'm tryna fuck

I can't raw u lil mama u tryna set me up

That pussy drowning a nigga

Like she ain't wet enough (uhh)

Three bitches up In my back seat (back seat)

Running bitches like this a track meet (nigga)

Niggas talk but don't @ me

And if it wasn't for my moms

I'll prolly be the one u last seen (Young Ross aye)

Im smoking flight

While I'm on a flight (on a flight)

Don't do no chillin if we fucking

Then it's at night (yea)

I got the juice

So I told that bitch to bring the sprite

I waist money lil bitch

I can't waist no time (aye)

We get to sparking in this bitch

No Lisa Leslie (yea)

Only time u shoot

When the dice game ready (stupid)

I'm still pinning hoes on the grass

Yea I'm Teddy (yea I'm Teddy nigga)

I only fucked here cuz she ready (aye aye)

Young Ross

Turning up to the max

Bitch you know what's up (you know what's up)

Bad bitch lookin at me like she tryna fuck (huh)

Me and my niggas hit the scene

In a armor truck (armor truck)

Caught him slippin out the crib

Now he outta luck (ha ha ha) (outta luck)

Baby mama on my phone

Always tryna fuss (always tryna fuss) (tryna fuss)

Keep it playa tah the grave

I could never cuff (yahhhh) (nah)

9 on me paranoid

I could never trust (never trust) (nah)

Hood nigga out tha Gutta

Bitch you know what's up (bitch you know what's up)

(Stupid)

(Hmm hmm hmm)