Red Dead

[Intro]

Triple 2’s on me on God y’all niggas not gang in this bitch

Grimey youth on me on point y’all niggas ain’t winning this shit

Too live wit a 4-5 ar gon give ‘em a kick

Niggas tried to copy my swag tried to copy my drip in this bitch

Vivienne chains on my neck I’m feelin like ren in this bitch

I can’t love no thot but this cash im in love with this shit

Ex bitch going out sad out west wit my internet bitch

[Verse 1]

I’m already in my bag mya get it my bitch bad

Wit the same 5 niggas outside

That I came up wit that’s how nigga get that

Yea I never been scamming no opp

Only God can stop y’all niggas from the get back

And I told y’all niggas my chop don’t stop

Leave his whole top red like sin bad

Get that

Pockets on swole no six pack

Leave his whole tеam red can’t get it back

Make a call sеnd a bird then I sit back

New bitch but ex hoe can’t beat that

She be on the dick then I be back

New stick wit a drum like a beat pad

Penthouse top floor where the freaks at

Cuz my dick gon need that, I like hoes down winning beauty pageants

Don’t make me get scared make shit tragic

God boot a bitch off like this happen

She bounce on the dick like mae rabbit

Her man asking me if I still tapped it

She pop that pussy make shit nasty

Homeboy seen the opps ran straight pass me

On the mount i’m getting em back

This stick I’m feedin that ass

She throwing it back I’m throwing them stacks

Never need no bitch at all

But I got my own car just incase shit crack

Make a scene wit intensity going on read

Who’s line I’m pushin it back

And my last bitch cried told her I don’t need her

Make bread slide when I grip that Nina

Cut too fast I don’t even wanna see her

Whole lotta money on rage like bea

Live from the creek to a name wit a creature

I’m finna cut my tail off like Frieza

Down by the bitch I wouldn’t wanna be yuh

Make a bad bitch give me head for a feature

Make a track wit her cut her off like Cesar

Shawty spend a bag at Victoria secret

Make hits on hits bitch no leaking

Finna make shit jump after 4 seasons

Told you I still shawty high no reason

Rage on the beat imma leave the bitch bleedin

You niggas ain’t bout shit I can’t see it

Use to want butterflies until I had to flee it

Use to want to be a nigga til I had to be it

Now we fuckin up checks at neimans

Now we fuckin these hoes like bringy

Gotta mean that studys turn green bitch

And she bring her friends every weekend

Every Friday bitch it’s my day

I ain’t lie but this cash got my crying

Finna wipe my tears to some sade

Like uzi this goyard to buy it

Like uzi this off white to buy it

Now this got sace Versace

Man these 2 hoes kiss like a bi bitch

You don’t really wanna beef with the flyest

Nigga tried to step up you tried it

Young rage got a touch like Midas

Only hoes ride me be the finest