Red Tape, Yellow Tape
Cold devil, I'ma do these niggas hella foul (YFK)
Dick hanging out in public, I'm a pedophile
The type of shells that'll knock down juggernaut
Boom boom boom, he was shocked when the hoodie dropped
Ain't with the squabbling, you finna get your celly popped
And I can sense all the hatred and the animosity
Brought the mud through katanas and Benihanas
Make the money doing flips until it's Benihanas
I'm a grouch and a motherfuckin' cookie monster
Where the safe? Where the grams? Nigga, spit it out
Duct tape and a mask, we gon' get it out you
Let him live what your family gon' be yellin' out, ugh
Red tape, yellow tape when I'm out of bounds
Everything cool until we running in your house
I'm in love with Ling Ling but I gotta bop her
And besides Mae Ling finna take me shopping
Red tape, yellow tape when I'm out of bounds
Everything cool until we running in your house
I'm in love with Ling Ling but I gotta bop her
And besides Mae Ling finna take me shopping
Cold devil, I'm a hooligan
Tired of niggas and this goofy ass jewelry
Take that shit to Pablo for that buffoonery
F&N shells for niggas like Booker T
Silly niggas always talking 'bout booking me
I think he mad 'cause the Slauson always whooping him
Last supper, I can tell by your earrings
And them bummy-ass clothes you be wearing
When you see me up in traffic we ain't staring
I hope your car bulletproof, you gon' be stranded
Mr. Mosely, all they wanted was the ransom
Half a mill' in the duffel bag to flash it
Red tape, yellow tape when I'm out of bounds
Everything cool until we running in your house
I'm in love with Ling Ling but I gotta bop her
And besides Mae Ling finna take me shopping
Red tape, yellow tape when I'm out of bounds
Everything cool until we running in your house
I'm in love with Ling Ling but I gotta bop her
And besides Mae Ling finna take me shopping
Like, keep my name out your mouth
Nigga, I know y'all tired of me talkin' shit at the end of these songs though
Just keep my name out your mouth, you won't have to hear from me no more
Sike, bitch, I'ma still keep talking shit, fuck is you talking 'bout, nigga?
This shit regular, nigga
Everything cool until we running in your house
Shit, had to bring Longstocking out
Bitch
Free everybody though
Shit, this tape gon' hurt niggas' feelings
Dick hanging out in public, I'm a pedophile
The type of shells that'll knock down juggernaut
Boom boom boom, he was shocked when the hoodie dropped
Ain't with the squabbling, you finna get your celly popped
And I can sense all the hatred and the animosity
Brought the mud through katanas and Benihanas
Make the money doing flips until it's Benihanas
I'm a grouch and a motherfuckin' cookie monster
Where the safe? Where the grams? Nigga, spit it out
Duct tape and a mask, we gon' get it out you
Let him live what your family gon' be yellin' out, ugh
Red tape, yellow tape when I'm out of bounds
Everything cool until we running in your house
I'm in love with Ling Ling but I gotta bop her
And besides Mae Ling finna take me shopping
Red tape, yellow tape when I'm out of bounds
Everything cool until we running in your house
I'm in love with Ling Ling but I gotta bop her
And besides Mae Ling finna take me shopping
Cold devil, I'm a hooligan
Tired of niggas and this goofy ass jewelry
Take that shit to Pablo for that buffoonery
F&N shells for niggas like Booker T
Silly niggas always talking 'bout booking me
I think he mad 'cause the Slauson always whooping him
Last supper, I can tell by your earrings
And them bummy-ass clothes you be wearing
When you see me up in traffic we ain't staring
I hope your car bulletproof, you gon' be stranded
Mr. Mosely, all they wanted was the ransom
Half a mill' in the duffel bag to flash it
Red tape, yellow tape when I'm out of bounds
Everything cool until we running in your house
I'm in love with Ling Ling but I gotta bop her
And besides Mae Ling finna take me shopping
Red tape, yellow tape when I'm out of bounds
Everything cool until we running in your house
I'm in love with Ling Ling but I gotta bop her
And besides Mae Ling finna take me shopping
Like, keep my name out your mouth
Nigga, I know y'all tired of me talkin' shit at the end of these songs though
Just keep my name out your mouth, you won't have to hear from me no more
Sike, bitch, I'ma still keep talking shit, fuck is you talking 'bout, nigga?
This shit regular, nigga
Everything cool until we running in your house
Shit, had to bring Longstocking out
Bitch
Free everybody though
Shit, this tape gon' hurt niggas' feelings
Credits
Writer(s): Darrell Caldwell, Kimani Page, Navin Brahmaji Upamaka
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