Red/Blue

[Chorus]
Back with my niggas again
I came here to win
Do I want the Beam or the Benz
Hit the block, spin it again
I'll shoot at your friend
Make sure everybody dead
I got some money to spend, let's count up the deads
Count up the deads
Red and blue, it's the feds
Dozing off, taking meds
I wanted you in my bed
But you been fuckin around with me instead
Now it's off with your head
Bullet holes dripping red
Can't rock with me if you ain't bout a lick
All these hollow tips look like rocket ships
Gotta trap cause I can't get no scholarship
Get the head then I kick her right out the crib

[Verse]
Walking with a limp
Pocket full of crip
Yeah, you see the drip
Call up Spaceboy, I need me another script
I'm as real as nigga could ever get
See it to the death
Shorty suck on the dick 'till she outta breath
Girl if I call up your friend please don't be upset
I like scamming they call me "The Kid Finesse"
How you carry a gun but you not a threat
Either you with the gang or the other side
I ain't been the same since my brother died
Brodie getting paid for the homicide
He do drive by's in the nighttime
Codeine in my body
I can't feel the love for you shawty
Just a lil bit of oxy like fuck it I'll throw me a party

[Chorus]
Back with my niggas again
I came here to win
Do I want the Beam or the Benz
Hit the block, spin it again
I'll shoot at your friend
Make sure everybody dead
I got some money to spend, let's count up the deads
Count up the deads
Red and blue, it's the feds
Dozing off, taking meds
I wanted you in my bed
But you been fuckin around with me instead
Now it's off with your head
Bullet holes dripping red
Can't rock with me if you ain't bout a lick
All these hollow tips look like rocket ships
Gotta trap cause I can't get no scholarship
Get the head then I kick her right out the crib