Red Down
One thing I can't stand is a messy ass hoe
Always runnin' her damn mouth
Always tellin' folks what she know
Shut the fuck up bitch
'Cause you really sound retarded
Got folks outside finna fight
Over some shit that you done started
See, that's why I don't fuck with these bitches
And none of these niggas 'cause they messy too
These niggas be lyin', for the opps they be spyin
And they be denying the shit that be true
And these hoes ain't one hundred
They flip floppy too
Started some shit and they blame it on you
Start up some rumors that ain't even true
Now you hearin' shit about you that you don't even do
Like 'Yes girl she said don't show nobody, but I'm finna let you see'
But if she said nobody, then why the fuck you showin' me?
Y'all hoes ain't finna hang with me, tuh
Look, I gotta go
And I ain't got time for none of y'all hoes
'Cause all y'all petty, miserable, and broke
Look, drop top be the coupe
Look, shit on niggas like poop
I be strapped up like a troop
Runnin' solo, fuck a group
If you ain't the gang then you down with the opposites
Niggas can't think for themselves they incompetent
I'm here to stop the shit, watch niggas copy this
I cannot operate in all the sloppiness
Ah (Ah)
And I ain't stoppin' 'till all of my bitches, we ridin' in Beamers
And I said I could do it but nobody ever believed us
We ahead of the wave so you know that they call us the leaders
And these niggas they copy cats, they know they wanna be us
Red down, I be dressin', red down
Put my Beamer in reverse
Just to turn that bitch around
Look, Beamers, whips, chains, walla
I need all the fuckin' walla
Red bottoms when I step
Messy shit that's all she text
All her calls they get reject
All that lyin' gon' get you checked
Chains on me heavy
Just look how it glisten
Engine so loud it'll make a nigga listen
They signing shit, I don't fuck with petitions
Had to change it up had to change my condition
How you gone talk shit from the phone I bought you?
Tryna cover shit up, but we already caught you
And that Supreme headband must be glued to your head
'Cause we ain't ever seen you in a picture without it
Is her phone on yet? Uh, I doubt it
I ain't pulled up or did shit else about it
Tried to say she don't fuck with me, or my music either
But you was clappin' for me like you had gonorrhea
Red down, I be dressin', red down
Put my Beamer in reverse
Just to turn that bitch around
Look, Beamers, whips, chains, walla
I need all the fuckin' walla
Ah (Ah)
Bitch now why the f*ck you do that
Y'all blessed, boy you saucy
Always runnin' her damn mouth
Always tellin' folks what she know
Shut the fuck up bitch
'Cause you really sound retarded
Got folks outside finna fight
Over some shit that you done started
See, that's why I don't fuck with these bitches
And none of these niggas 'cause they messy too
These niggas be lyin', for the opps they be spyin
And they be denying the shit that be true
And these hoes ain't one hundred
They flip floppy too
Started some shit and they blame it on you
Start up some rumors that ain't even true
Now you hearin' shit about you that you don't even do
Like 'Yes girl she said don't show nobody, but I'm finna let you see'
But if she said nobody, then why the fuck you showin' me?
Y'all hoes ain't finna hang with me, tuh
Look, I gotta go
And I ain't got time for none of y'all hoes
'Cause all y'all petty, miserable, and broke
Look, drop top be the coupe
Look, shit on niggas like poop
I be strapped up like a troop
Runnin' solo, fuck a group
If you ain't the gang then you down with the opposites
Niggas can't think for themselves they incompetent
I'm here to stop the shit, watch niggas copy this
I cannot operate in all the sloppiness
Ah (Ah)
And I ain't stoppin' 'till all of my bitches, we ridin' in Beamers
And I said I could do it but nobody ever believed us
We ahead of the wave so you know that they call us the leaders
And these niggas they copy cats, they know they wanna be us
Red down, I be dressin', red down
Put my Beamer in reverse
Just to turn that bitch around
Look, Beamers, whips, chains, walla
I need all the fuckin' walla
Red bottoms when I step
Messy shit that's all she text
All her calls they get reject
All that lyin' gon' get you checked
Chains on me heavy
Just look how it glisten
Engine so loud it'll make a nigga listen
They signing shit, I don't fuck with petitions
Had to change it up had to change my condition
How you gone talk shit from the phone I bought you?
Tryna cover shit up, but we already caught you
And that Supreme headband must be glued to your head
'Cause we ain't ever seen you in a picture without it
Is her phone on yet? Uh, I doubt it
I ain't pulled up or did shit else about it
Tried to say she don't fuck with me, or my music either
But you was clappin' for me like you had gonorrhea
Red down, I be dressin', red down
Put my Beamer in reverse
Just to turn that bitch around
Look, Beamers, whips, chains, walla
I need all the fuckin' walla
Ah (Ah)
Bitch now why the f*ck you do that
Y'all blessed, boy you saucy
Credits
Writer(s): Tariq Sharrieff, Aaliyah Davis, Julian Mejia
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