Red Handed
They don't wanna see me doing fine
They dont wanna see me on the grind
She say I'm the apple of her eye
Stupid ass bitch stop wasting a niggas time
Shit I don't fuck with no hoe
Cuz they like to show thong with a fucking ring on
I don't fuck with horoscopes
I don't care that ya sign match with mine
Stupid bitch the answer still no
Imma have to put you in the back of the car
If you ever pull up with a Tarot card
You believe in stars
You believe in cards
But your ass don't believe in god
See To me that's just so odd
To me that's so bizarre
To me I look like zodd
Fuck around and send you to god
I don't wanna lose my composure
But I might have to just to hold her
Ain't gone stop till it's all over
Or her body's in my sofa
You can bet that I'm calm
I gave her a bath bomb
That shit was a toaster
I won't stop
I could never stop
Till those sirens start getting Closer
Well There I go
Out the back door
Dropped my 9 on the patio
But I don't care no mo
I'm in Mexico with a different hoe
If word goes around
That things went south
Better not here shit come out ya mouth
Before I come to your house
And you be the next sucka i put in the ground
They dont wanna see me on the grind
She say I'm the apple of her eye
Stupid ass bitch stop wasting a niggas time
Shit I don't fuck with no hoe
Cuz they like to show thong with a fucking ring on
I don't fuck with horoscopes
I don't care that ya sign match with mine
Stupid bitch the answer still no
Imma have to put you in the back of the car
If you ever pull up with a Tarot card
You believe in stars
You believe in cards
But your ass don't believe in god
See To me that's just so odd
To me that's so bizarre
To me I look like zodd
Fuck around and send you to god
I don't wanna lose my composure
But I might have to just to hold her
Ain't gone stop till it's all over
Or her body's in my sofa
You can bet that I'm calm
I gave her a bath bomb
That shit was a toaster
I won't stop
I could never stop
Till those sirens start getting Closer
Well There I go
Out the back door
Dropped my 9 on the patio
But I don't care no mo
I'm in Mexico with a different hoe
If word goes around
That things went south
Better not here shit come out ya mouth
Before I come to your house
And you be the next sucka i put in the ground
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Writer(s): Isaiah Gibson
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