Sexxy Red ft. Pizzx2 & Teejugg Lyrics

1453 yea hear me!

Uh yeah, bitch I'm back trippin

Energy up on the beat, you know I'm finna act wit it

Tryna knock a nigga ho, see the jeans, baby I stack different

Free'd a nigga bitch, ain't no cuffin, baby I'm back pimpin

I turn the bitch up, you give a front, the money backflipping

Got it out the mud, fresh nigga, never goin' back in it

Free ya bitch baby, yang gang, you can't fuck with it

I hold a lot of power, big shit, see if he can duck 50

East Oakland nigga, can't help it, if I'm arrogant

Way too many red flags on her, I had to cut the bitch

Told the bitch no cuffin, baby, I just wanna ball

Ridin' round town with a new bitch, finna buy the mall

Posting your location while we huntin, you just wanna fall

My shades on, can't see the bullshit, bitch, I'm Ray Charles

Another man down, on the ground, look like Pacquiao

He was talkin' hella wild, hella foul, I had to pack him out Berry B

Yeah, point the chop at his coco melon

Ksubi jeans with the foreign shit, so I'm dojo steppin

Shit, I can tell that shit fake, boy your logo failing

Know niggas who can't show they face, you don't know no felons

And I heard your bitch goin, always spreadin' her legs

I'm finna take my bitch to pound town, she look sexy in red

I'll move that shit on Greyhound just to make my bread

I can't move around with them clowns, they attractin' the feds

Nigga never caught a ship, we heard his bins be dead

Treat a nigga like a brand-new vape, fill his ass with lead

I had to put the drink down, fuckin' up my liver

Gary Payton, wood to the face, I almost caught a splinter

You slid in her cash shop, boy, I hit that shit for free

Ten thousand in my mouth, so she lickin' on my teeth

It's Mr.two lil baby, got it tatted on my sleeve

She can't forget a young nigga (P I Two Z's)

Fly nigga like the Jets, I'm so high, she can't see

Pass a nigga bitch, cause I'm a dog, nigga

I said she can't talk right now, got my balls in her

A few thousand on her wrist, bitch, we call that Van Cleef

She ain't talkin' bout no cheese, so she can't be choosin' me

Said I know they don't like me

(That's why they don't speak)

Say some bird shit on live till they get hit up in they beak

Let me pop up on the beat just to pop my shit

Caught my opps lackin' up in traffic, upgraded his whip

They gotta pay me just to stop, but they broke as shit

They gotta pay me just to stop, but they broke as shit