RED! Lyrics

Switch up the flow and i shoot up the party

Can't trust on a bitch when i sip on Bacardi

They told me im late, i guess that im tardy

She built like a barbie but look like a smarty

I carry a glock and it blow like the flute

I'll silence the glock and it's going on mute

We jumping yo shit you got hit with a boot

Yo glocky got jammed that shit ain't gon shoot

Every opp shot we see Red, Red

Red

Every opp shot we see Red, Red

Red

Every opp shot we see Dead, Dead, Dead

Every opp shot we see Dead, Dead, Dead

Back to my song named

Turbo

I got a red eye with a

Turbo

I fuck with the g's, ain't talking bout herbo

She fuck with the stars she said she a virgo

Now back to my song named shoot em

Killing a jit then i boot

Him

You give me the mac and you know imma shoot em

He trynna act hard but it really don't suit him

Next was a song named

Bleeding

Look at his hairline

Receding

I look at my lyrics you know that im reading

He talking that smack you know we gon beat him

Back in my songs i was flying to France while

I was fucking yo girl and fucking her friends

I was fucking them all in the back of the benz

You a following bitch and im setting the trend

I got me a army i got me some soldiers

Shoot up yo block while i swerve in the rover

Yo girl in my bed and im bending her over

I fucked her so hard she move a lil slower

I smoke these exotics i bring them from india

Lil bitch is annoying i think her name Cynthia

She asking some questions like bitch is this trivia?

I'm getting my coke all the way from Bolivia

He aint spazzing lil bitch he just getting to high

2 Goons on yo side but with me i got five

We shot up yo place and we put it on drive

Don't look for yo mans cuz he up in the sky

I know that she nervous she just a lil rook

But she learning her shit just taking a look

She held up the glock with the fire you cook

D, T and K we sliding with hooks

Every opp shot we see Red, Red

Red

Every opp shot we see Red, Red

Red

Every opp shot we see Dead, Dead, Dead

Every opp shot we see Dead, Dead, Dead