Red Red Red

[Intro]
Huh, red, red, red
Red, red, red, ha
C'mon

[Verse]
They just freed lil' Rascoe, now you boys done fucked up
Now you boys done fucked up, in my head I'm fucked up (Yeah)
I just caught a opp, man, damn, I guess his luck up
I just want that top man, tell that bih', "Come suck up"
Tell that bih', "Come fuck sum'" (Yeah)
I want the smoke, won't duck nun' (Yeah)
I want all the smoke, I put all my opps in the sky (In the sky)
I'm counting the bands, it's me and my mans, they hating, I don't know why (Yeah)
I'm fucking a fan, pass her to my man, too turnt, man, I can't even lie (Yeah)
The racks came in, I turn up the trap, my lil' brother whippin' the pot (Yeah)
A young nigga way too high, just count these racks and get geeked (Yo)
I pulled up, me and my bros, I'm still tryna fuck on a freak
I can't even feel my toes, suckin' so good, can't feel my feet
[?] my fye, I'm giving these niggas the beats
You know B$ain't not cheap, she pulled up just to eat me (Uh huh)
I pulled out a whole lotta bands, the racks shit get kinda deep (Yeah)
That bih gotta fuck my mans, if she wanna fuck on me (Yeah)
The fuckboy [?] her down, I guess he don't know 'bout me (Yeah)
I still gotta keep that heat, you know I still tuck that heat (Yeah)
These fuck niggas think [?] fuck up, talm 'bout, I "Ain't geeked" (Oh yeah)
Geeked up, hop out that Jeep, Sticked up, I went to flee (Let's go)
Nigga you ain't getting no bands lil nigga, how the fuck you worry 'bout me? (Oh yeah)
I ain't really tryna work with these niggas, when I do, shit cost a fee (Yeah)
I got a whole lotta drank in my cup, cause now I ain't sippin on tea (Oh yeah)

[Outro]
(Red, red, red)
(Red, red, red) Yeah
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