Red

Yeah, aye
I've been runnin' up my money
I've been runnin' up my cash
I've been leaving niggas bloody give 'em all a heart attack
Real bloody, real red yeah (Yeah)
Real bloody, real red, yeah
30 Glock .44 a pop
Had your money nigga, that's a op (That's a fuckin' op!)
If you come clean, might leave you drop
Real bloody, real red, yeah (Aye)

Feelin' like I'm sipping chamomile, yeah
Purple lean, admiral, yeah
No more beans and rice, that's a meal, yeah
She really fuckin' with my sex appeal, yeah
Why not go and scream my name?
Why not fuck me for the fame?
Getting high in every way but I ain't gon' switch my lane
Yeah you know that imma leave him real red yeah
Yeah you know that imma leave him real red yeah (Yeah, aye)

I've been runnin' up my money
I've been runnin' up my cash
I've been leaving niggas bloody give 'em all a heart attack
Real bloody, real red yeah (Yeah)
Real bloody, real red, yeah
30 Glock .44 a pop
Had your money nigga, that's a op (That's a fuckin' op!)
If you come clean, might leave you drop
Real bloody, real red, yeah (Aye)

I leave them bloody and red
Two .30 shots to their head
Sippin' on my chamomile too
But you know that these niggas be comin' in yeah
All my money, I'm blessed
Shawty got a widespread
Talkin' 'bout your bitch, not a shotty
She give me pussy, nigga right on the lobby

Real bloody, real red yeah (Aye, yeah)
Real bloody real red yeah (Aye, yeah)
Real bloody real red yeah (Aye)
Yeah, real bloody real red yeah (Bitch Ayee!)
I know that you heard what I said (Aye, yeah)
I like to leave them bloody and red (Aye, yeah yeah)
All these Supreme bags like 'em red (Red red)
All these red bags got me like "yeah yeah" (Like "yeah yeah yeah")
Like yeah yeah yeah (Like "yeah yeah yeah")
Leave 'em bloody, real red (Leave 'em bloody, real red)
Leave 'em bloody, real red



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Writer(s): Jason Suarez
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