Late Night Operations Lyrics

Red Dirt on the Beat

Mhm, aye, aye

What up, Dizzy, what you fuckin' with?

Late night walkin' through the hood

True, true

Late night walkin' through the hood niggas smokin' dust

On the phone with my shorty, she was talking bout my lust

Started a relationship just to see if I could bust

I kept talking to other bitches I was fuckin' up the trust

Told her ass I'm coming through, and I'll be there in an hour

Snuck right past my mom, she was too busy watching Power

Crank up the Double R it got lots of horsepower

Sprayed myself with that cologne I didn't need to take a shower

Brought a 20 dollar bill so I could stop and get some gas

Filled up the four-gallon tank with"E" I'm going fast

Rel called my phone, I told him I'm on the race bike

I'm on the way to my bitch crib so I can get right

12 out of nowhere pulled into the gas station

Burnt up and out that bitch like Red Dirt was on probation

Took a look behind me man I prayed the police ain't chasing

Nigga chase is a race, and if they chasing know I'm racing

Phone ringing pick it up told shorty that I'm gon be late

Let her know I'm around the corner can you please open the gate

Made a sharp right with the bike and hopped on the interstate

Dropped down a gear 40 rollin with an R8

Took off like a fuckin' rocket, money falling out my pockets

I can't wait to get there so I can close the door and lock it

Told my bitch when I get there that Ima break her back

Mama hit my line, and she said to me boy where ya at

Where ya at? Lil boy where your ass at?

Lil boy, where your ass at?

I dropped the line she ratted on me to my dad

Lil nigga where your ass at he sounding mad

What Ima do I ain't lying to my dad

He got my lo, he finna pop out drive past

My shorty ready told me gotta do it fast

They know Red a freaky nigga out to get some ass

Aye, Mhm

Aye, duh, duh, duh

It's the kid again, you can call me Dizzy man

And I fuck with Corn but don't take me for Corn Dizzy man

Red the second born, remember when my hair was frizzy man

I don't fuck with codeine like to keep my Sprite fizzy man

I be pouring up that clean sprite, not that dirty sprite

Double R be bloody red that GTR be pearly white

Yea I'm on a bike remember walking through them murky nights

Let a nigga try me through the night and he won't see the light

Remember when I threw that left hook that boy done went night night

I don't like to fight I throw that left it ain't gon leave him right

She don't like it fast cuz her shit tight but slow strokes what I like

When I lay the pipe I finish on the back, look like a stripe

Skrt skrt, Red Dizzy, aye

FG, Ferris Ave Posse

FG be the gang, FG Baby

Red Dirt baby, aye