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
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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