Rojo
He say he sorry but I do not give a fuck imma leave his ass on read
If you gotta problem me and my niggas gon meet you anywhere you said
We gon put a bullet in your head
We gonna put you to bed
All of my niggas wear red
All of 'em poppin' them meds
Pop 'em all triple thread
Shoot 'em all like I said
Look at my head you see dreads
Shoot at that spot and you bled
We always runnin' from feds
Fuck with us then you dead
Double stack foam cup
I shoot and you squeak like a pup
You think you're hard and you're tough
Your hands are not even rough
My homies got all the puff
Pastillas and the green stuff
We gon sell it all over seas
Already spread it around Indy
I'm talking Carmel, Fishers, HSE
All of these bitches so easy to please
Injun so all A's never D's
Stacking up all of these rupees
Like a lion I gotta mane
All of your cash look the same (a dollar!)
Put in work and I train
Running hard every day
Pushing fast like a train
High mileage we go insane
We running hard and we push through the race
I just counted 4 thousand in front of your face
Too much cash yea we gotta use rakes
All of this cash that I put in a safe
I'm about to go thirty we rolling up tape
Like a matador, I got the red cape
Your shooters shoot three while my shooters shoot eight
You thought you were winning till I pulled a check mate
He say he sorry but I do not give a fuck imma leave his ass on read
If you gotta problem me and my niggas gon meet you anywhere you said
We gon put a bullet in your head
We gonna put you to bed
All of my niggas wear red
All of 'em poppin' them meds
Pop 'em all triple thread
Shoot 'em all like I said
Look at my head you see dreads
Shoot at that spot and you bled
We always runnin' from feds
Fuck with us then you dead
Yuh aye
All of niggas wear red
Snatchin your ho take her straight to the bed
Getting this paper, I'm getting this bread
You diss on my name I'll put holes in your head (aye)
I cannot fuck with you niggas
Drop off a brick with my hand on the trigger
Your team is some monkeys my gang is gorillas
My shooters is waiting with forties they killers
My shooters be balling for money and shit
All of you hating just cuz I am rich
I don't waste no time I don't fuck w no bitch
Planting C-4's better watch where you sit (yuh)
I got ten racks on me right now (right now)
Pull up with a stick make you pipe down (pipe down)
Pistol with a silence it dont make a sound (sshh)
Better be careful in my hometown (skkrt)
He say he sorry but I do not give a fuck imma leave his ass on read
If you gotta problem me and my niggas gon meet you anywhere you said
We gon put a bullet in your head
We gonna put you to bed
All of my niggas wear red
All of 'em poppin' them meds
Pop 'em all triple thread
Shoot 'em all like I said
Look at my head you see dreads
Shoot at that spot and you bled
We always runnin' from feds
Fuck with us then you dead
Running from feds running out of my time
Trust only homies these niggas so slime
Been wanting that cash but hoes wanna snort lines
I'm for real 'bout this shit so don't you be lying
My crew original y'all just a parody
I can't expect you to come up with a melody
Free up my homies convicted of felonies
We don't know no mercy watch out all my enemies
So shut your ass up still talking that trash
You need a mint your breath smelling like ass
Don't talk to me I don't fuck with your ass
Be careful cuz we finessing your cash
Niggas that test me about to get socked
Salty cuz they mans was lost to my Glock
If you a real pull up to my block
Ain't a broke boy I'm gon carry them rocks
Feds in my crib they be trying to find dope
Your chain is a string while my chain is a rope
Your girl leaving you when she look at my clothes
She know this nigga been making that dough
All of my homies been chasing that money
Shut your ass up I don't think this is funny
I'm a fly nigga I'm stearin your honey
Louis Supreme just like I am bad bunny
He say he sorry but I do not give a fuck imma leave his ass on read
If you gotta problem me and my niggas gon meet you anywhere you said
We gon put a bullet in your head
We gonna put you to bed
All of my niggas wear red
All of 'em poppin' them meds
Pop 'em all triple thread
Shoot 'em all like I said
Look at my head you see dreads
Shoot at that spot and you bled
We always runnin' from feds
Fuck with us then you dead
If you gotta problem me and my niggas gon meet you anywhere you said
We gon put a bullet in your head
We gonna put you to bed
All of my niggas wear red
All of 'em poppin' them meds
Pop 'em all triple thread
Shoot 'em all like I said
Look at my head you see dreads
Shoot at that spot and you bled
We always runnin' from feds
Fuck with us then you dead
Double stack foam cup
I shoot and you squeak like a pup
You think you're hard and you're tough
Your hands are not even rough
My homies got all the puff
Pastillas and the green stuff
We gon sell it all over seas
Already spread it around Indy
I'm talking Carmel, Fishers, HSE
All of these bitches so easy to please
Injun so all A's never D's
Stacking up all of these rupees
Like a lion I gotta mane
All of your cash look the same (a dollar!)
Put in work and I train
Running hard every day
Pushing fast like a train
High mileage we go insane
We running hard and we push through the race
I just counted 4 thousand in front of your face
Too much cash yea we gotta use rakes
All of this cash that I put in a safe
I'm about to go thirty we rolling up tape
Like a matador, I got the red cape
Your shooters shoot three while my shooters shoot eight
You thought you were winning till I pulled a check mate
He say he sorry but I do not give a fuck imma leave his ass on read
If you gotta problem me and my niggas gon meet you anywhere you said
We gon put a bullet in your head
We gonna put you to bed
All of my niggas wear red
All of 'em poppin' them meds
Pop 'em all triple thread
Shoot 'em all like I said
Look at my head you see dreads
Shoot at that spot and you bled
We always runnin' from feds
Fuck with us then you dead
Yuh aye
All of niggas wear red
Snatchin your ho take her straight to the bed
Getting this paper, I'm getting this bread
You diss on my name I'll put holes in your head (aye)
I cannot fuck with you niggas
Drop off a brick with my hand on the trigger
Your team is some monkeys my gang is gorillas
My shooters is waiting with forties they killers
My shooters be balling for money and shit
All of you hating just cuz I am rich
I don't waste no time I don't fuck w no bitch
Planting C-4's better watch where you sit (yuh)
I got ten racks on me right now (right now)
Pull up with a stick make you pipe down (pipe down)
Pistol with a silence it dont make a sound (sshh)
Better be careful in my hometown (skkrt)
He say he sorry but I do not give a fuck imma leave his ass on read
If you gotta problem me and my niggas gon meet you anywhere you said
We gon put a bullet in your head
We gonna put you to bed
All of my niggas wear red
All of 'em poppin' them meds
Pop 'em all triple thread
Shoot 'em all like I said
Look at my head you see dreads
Shoot at that spot and you bled
We always runnin' from feds
Fuck with us then you dead
Running from feds running out of my time
Trust only homies these niggas so slime
Been wanting that cash but hoes wanna snort lines
I'm for real 'bout this shit so don't you be lying
My crew original y'all just a parody
I can't expect you to come up with a melody
Free up my homies convicted of felonies
We don't know no mercy watch out all my enemies
So shut your ass up still talking that trash
You need a mint your breath smelling like ass
Don't talk to me I don't fuck with your ass
Be careful cuz we finessing your cash
Niggas that test me about to get socked
Salty cuz they mans was lost to my Glock
If you a real pull up to my block
Ain't a broke boy I'm gon carry them rocks
Feds in my crib they be trying to find dope
Your chain is a string while my chain is a rope
Your girl leaving you when she look at my clothes
She know this nigga been making that dough
All of my homies been chasing that money
Shut your ass up I don't think this is funny
I'm a fly nigga I'm stearin your honey
Louis Supreme just like I am bad bunny
He say he sorry but I do not give a fuck imma leave his ass on read
If you gotta problem me and my niggas gon meet you anywhere you said
We gon put a bullet in your head
We gonna put you to bed
All of my niggas wear red
All of 'em poppin' them meds
Pop 'em all triple thread
Shoot 'em all like I said
Look at my head you see dreads
Shoot at that spot and you bled
We always runnin' from feds
Fuck with us then you dead
Credits
Writer(s): $pice Boi
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