P-Red
Start this album out by saying
I love you p-red
I wish you weren't dead
Fucck a piece of lead
One time he carried an
AR across a persons lawn
In his mind it wasn't wrong
He was just showing off his gun
I was just selling a bag
Then dude opened up his door
Like what were we here for
Weren't starting no war
I had to talk fast
Like bro were not here with atts
Sorry dudes strapped
He just walked up like that
Before my man died
He wanted to buy a streetsweeper
It costed like 6 grand
Drop a couple bands
He almost had 40K
Spent some on the market
Got a tank of molly
Auburn rocks like harvard
Ivy league were smoking
Crusty locks of potent
I love that mother fucker
Silk highway just coasting
He made a wrestling room
Just to get swoll
Now he's in heaven
Trotting round the globe
P-reds a legend
Not too many hold it down
Dude was a soldier
Three stripes on his head
Need a helmet now
That green was his artillery
And his slanging game was timeless
Catch dude in the trenches
To that mosquito game he's blinded
P-reds a legend
Not too many hold it down
Dude was a soldier
Three stripes on his head
Need a helmet now
That green was his artillery
And his slanging game was timeless
Catch dude in the trenches
To that mosquito game he's blinded
I gave you that hat
Cuz i couldn't pull it off
And you couldn't either
So on your wall it just hung
Til' you gave it back
And i kept it for a minute
But that shit hurt my heart
So i had to get ridyit
Fucck it i had your sandals
Wore them for a summer
Kind of like a tribute
I tossed them like a hundred
On the ceiling of my front door
I carved p-red with a bullet
One that he gave me
So if you enter witness some real shit
A hustler with the sickest laugh
I'm not afraid to say it
His heart was fucking giant
His appetite courageous
Eating up some profit
Like some newbies moved to town
Buzzing like a seesaw
Something like a playground
P-reds a legend
Not too many hold it down
Dude was a soldier
Three stripes on his head
Need a helmet now
That green was his artillery
And his slanging game was timeless
Catch dude in the trenches
To that mosquito game he's blinded
P-reds a legend
Not too many hold it down
Dude was a soldier
Three stripes on his head
Need a helmet now
That green was his artillery
And his slanging game was timeless
Catch dude in the trenches
To that mosquito game he's blinded
I love you p-red
I wish you weren't dead
Fucck a piece of lead
One time he carried an
AR across a persons lawn
In his mind it wasn't wrong
He was just showing off his gun
I was just selling a bag
Then dude opened up his door
Like what were we here for
Weren't starting no war
I had to talk fast
Like bro were not here with atts
Sorry dudes strapped
He just walked up like that
Before my man died
He wanted to buy a streetsweeper
It costed like 6 grand
Drop a couple bands
He almost had 40K
Spent some on the market
Got a tank of molly
Auburn rocks like harvard
Ivy league were smoking
Crusty locks of potent
I love that mother fucker
Silk highway just coasting
He made a wrestling room
Just to get swoll
Now he's in heaven
Trotting round the globe
P-reds a legend
Not too many hold it down
Dude was a soldier
Three stripes on his head
Need a helmet now
That green was his artillery
And his slanging game was timeless
Catch dude in the trenches
To that mosquito game he's blinded
P-reds a legend
Not too many hold it down
Dude was a soldier
Three stripes on his head
Need a helmet now
That green was his artillery
And his slanging game was timeless
Catch dude in the trenches
To that mosquito game he's blinded
I gave you that hat
Cuz i couldn't pull it off
And you couldn't either
So on your wall it just hung
Til' you gave it back
And i kept it for a minute
But that shit hurt my heart
So i had to get ridyit
Fucck it i had your sandals
Wore them for a summer
Kind of like a tribute
I tossed them like a hundred
On the ceiling of my front door
I carved p-red with a bullet
One that he gave me
So if you enter witness some real shit
A hustler with the sickest laugh
I'm not afraid to say it
His heart was fucking giant
His appetite courageous
Eating up some profit
Like some newbies moved to town
Buzzing like a seesaw
Something like a playground
P-reds a legend
Not too many hold it down
Dude was a soldier
Three stripes on his head
Need a helmet now
That green was his artillery
And his slanging game was timeless
Catch dude in the trenches
To that mosquito game he's blinded
P-reds a legend
Not too many hold it down
Dude was a soldier
Three stripes on his head
Need a helmet now
That green was his artillery
And his slanging game was timeless
Catch dude in the trenches
To that mosquito game he's blinded
Credits
Writer(s): Ty Cunningham
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