Dirty Red

Verse (1)
Why they got us living on the edge
Brothers dying from they colors, I'm just tryna get the bread
Same gun up in Iraq, same one under da bed
But forreal I ain't lying I don’t know no Dirty Red
That brother man, climbing thru yo window
Hitting every block, Im gonna spit it with my fif flow
He done ran through swans, he done shot up the lanes
Village boys want’em, elm st want the same
Nigga, … he prolly stole that rock
, aye he hiding from the cops he’ll proally get you shot
Say goodnight, police used they chalk
The blocc be fucking hot, the hood straight out the wok
…aye I put that on my pro-wings , it don’t matter if you don’t bang
Nigga yo daddy dope slang, and whatever hood he selling that
Yo affiliation, jumped on or not, if you make it get to thanking
Selfie stick be doble barrels , wrong word’ll have you dead
Tell me whats the procedure , when a gun up at yo head
Same gun up in Iraq , same one under da bed
But forreal I ain't lying I don’t know no Dirty Red

Verse (2)
Trump just did a deal with the UAE
I bet you thinking what the fuck that got to do with me
The maker of bullets flying out in the middle east
Here, The same ones got us yelling out Rest in piece
Politics, who is Lockhead Martin
Oh he was married Gina, he best friend by Cole
Shit this world be cole Jermaine Keyshia and north pole
We done fucked off the polls, melania can get this pole
Vote for her, trigger finger fuck
In the cell you fucked in the wrong hood you fucked, we fucked
Bystander better run, less you catching
Bruce Leroy or its heaven, if pray for the prey is I pagan
We rob because the po low Ralph Lauren don’t know
My chaps competing its complex the hammers mark ecko
(rrrrrrrraaaaaaa) who cares it don’t matters
Where yo momma stay it matters, just put a hole through yo matter
Selfie stick be doble barrels , wrong word’ll have you dead
Tell me whats the procedure , when a gun up at yo head
Same gun up in Iraq, same one under da bed
But forreal I ain't lying I don’t know no Dirty Red