Red Flow

Dese diamonds on me blink i
He lyin bout da sink i
Smoke on dis dope I got da pink eye

I jus spilled my lean onna flow
I see blood stains onna door
Dats not somewhere dat I wanna go
Most of Bitches really want da gold
Throw sum chump change they gone go
Fuck dat bitch n she gone want sum mo

Haters can't put bread up in my pocket
So I gotta mute all of dat nonsense
Niggas mad at me cuz dey ain't got shit

Fuck da clout chase show me respect
I prolly make sure yo weak ass up next
But my ex keep callin me fa sex
I don't wanna vent don't wanna text

I can't let these thotties waste my time no
I ain't no pg but I throw dimes tho
Can't copy n paste me dis my flow
Light a nigga up I call em nitro

Pajama come wit bulletproof vest
Jus in case dese niggas wanna test
To shells u ain't a virgin don't confess
We catch a snitch n we gon find da rest

All dese niggas sweet I call em glucose
I remember eatin at dat lupos
On dem lucky days ain't no noodles
Pull up on yo block lil nigga kudos
Marchin on yo block dey be like who goes
I can't treat dem op thots like sum new hoes
Juggin N finesse ain't go to school hoe
Marchin onna block thought I was cool tho

Shoutout to my niggas By dem gates
If u fuck wit dem u ain't ok
Shooters in yo Krib
All in yo face
You like wat u did
U cross da gate

I can't fuck wit niggas if dey fake
Actin like ain't shit up onney plate
Only real niggas gone break
Split yo ass in half jus like da cake



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Writer(s): Gmo Izzy
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