DEATH WISH!

[Producer Tag: grax]
​grax, what the fuck? (grax, what the fuck? grax, what the-)

[Intro: redster]
Alright, Kareena, say it

[Watermark: redster & Kareena]
Uh, hi, red!

[Verse 1: Redster]
I don't like chasin' the hoe, but I get to dippin' if it's 'bout the paper (Yeah, yeah)
That nigga think that he big, put 8 in his back like he play for the Lakers (Brrah!)
Tryna' get muhfuckin' lit, me and my niggas some muhfuckin' ragers (Some muhfuckin' ragers)
This chain on my neck from the tundra, I walk with the weight of a glacier (Yeah, let's go!)
When it comes to my muhfuckin' money, then you know that I get a little impatient (Yeah!)
She throw it back like a beast, but there ain't no beast that lil' redster ain't tamin' (Aye!)
Man, I got a whole lot of shooters
Hatin' on me and you met wit' them Haitians (Boom!)
I run the whole damn' block
Wake up and I put my foot on the pavement
Walkin' him down and I'm kickin' the door
I know some niggas that stealin' my flow (Bitch!)
D-M-V niggas, how I want some mo' (Yeah!)
I'm gettin' lit, uh-uh, let's go! (Let's go!)
My chopper start singin' like Austin & Ally (Bah!)
Man, I get to work and you niggas just dally (Lil' bitch!)
I know some niggas who hate that I'm winnin'
​redster eternal, won't see the finale (Dumb bitch, dumb hoe!)

[Verse 2: shofu]
Aye, I know some niggas that owe me some paper
Fucked around, now your life is in danger
I need my cash in a bag or we knock out his eye
He gon' look like he play for the Raiders (Bah!)
Keep me a beam wit' a scope and I use it
I never been pussy, it's not in my nature (Nah)
Drop yo' ass in the grave, you was talkin'- (Fuck nigga!)
Now a dead body yo' neighbor
We puttin' in labor like- (Bitch!)
I'm finna' paint the scenario
​shofu and red finna' kill him like Terrio (Ooh!)
Point his ass out, we like, "There he go"
Shoota's gon' let off a round like a merry-go (Brrah!)
You was talkin' online, what you scary fo'
Hole in his body, he look like a Cherrio (Boom-Boom-Boom!)
We makin' waves like a radio
Don't try to play me though (Nah)
Don't try to play me, hoe (Bitch)
Choppa' like Damian
We finna' shoot like the playoffs (Bah! Bah!)
Keep me a knife and a chainsaw
I'm not a pirate, I keep me a A-R (Brrah!)
We draw the weapon like a crayons
No John Travolta, it's shootin' his face off (Bitch!)
Chasin' a bag, ain't no days off
Ain't savin' a hoe, bitch I ain't got no cape on (Yeah-Yeah!)
Hol' up (Yuh)
I got these hoes on my dick, I don't pay no attention (Nah)
I got my mind on a check, if it ain't 'bout no money, the fuck out my mentions (Bitch)
That bitch get ignored for a bag, if she hangin' around add her to my collection
Catch him, we stretch him (Bah!)
Shoot him up like a star since his ass got a death wish, uh (Death wish, uh, death wish, uh, death wish, uh, death wish, uh)