RED BOTTOMS
We still checking levels
We going up to a hire level
Coming from the lower
Big steppa
Futuristic like I jumped out of a portal
Still fuck with Indigo cause she ain't she ain't treat me normal
I'm in the lead I hope I aint misleading
My momma pray for me and I pray for my heathens
I said im a king the 1st time my nigga ill say it again
One thing about Dollaz you know when he playing you know he playing to win
Bboy dboy trap jumping out the gym
My shooters deploy n' destroy arms n' a limb
Them niggas stuck in 1st gear so they burnt the clutch
Big dowdy papers n' grabba you can keep the dutch
I'm stacking my bread and I want it all my nigga don't touch the crust
If I take a L I'm smoking that bitch just like a bag of dust
I ain't come to play no games
When you see me holla baby boy do your thang
Big poppa talk propper, I be dropping jewls while they drop copper
Uh
Came out the dirt so my pants a lil muddy
These only red bottoms cause the streets i walk bloody
Head heavy I've been thinking I need a Tylenol
Got some thoughts up on my mind I hope you don't mind at all
Came out the dirt so my pants a lil muddy
These only red bottoms cause the streets i walk bloody
Head heavy I've been thinking I need a Tylenol
Got some thoughts up on my mind I hope you don't mind at all
I know my purpose so i gotta scartch the surface
You could tell I ain't nervous if you scared then go to the service
It's either we dying to live or we living to die
My dawg was just walking on earth now he fly in the sky
I catch a flight look out the window see his face in the clouds
And he smiling he aint frowning cause im making em proud
Life of hard knocks in the ghetto take a toll on you
Trynna make it to heaven but the devil got a hold on you
Never thought we'd be 1's now we throw the 1's
Grew up looking like some bums shackled to the slums
I'm just trynna count some funds paper cut on my thumbs
Trynna run up om me that's one hella of a run
Its a lot of gun smoke on the rodeo
Just incase they want smoke on the rodeo
Bro aint have a sweet sixteen nah
But he had a M sixteen ugh
Came out the dirt so my pants a lil muddy
These only red bottoms cause the streets i walk bloody
Head heavy I've been thinking I need a Tylenol
Got some thoughts up on my mind I hope you don't mind at all
Came out the dirt so my pants a lil muddy
These only red bottoms cause the streets i walk bloody
Head heavy I've been thinking I need a Tylenol
Got some thoughts up on my mind I hope you don't mind at all
We going up to a hire level
Coming from the lower
Big steppa
Futuristic like I jumped out of a portal
Still fuck with Indigo cause she ain't she ain't treat me normal
I'm in the lead I hope I aint misleading
My momma pray for me and I pray for my heathens
I said im a king the 1st time my nigga ill say it again
One thing about Dollaz you know when he playing you know he playing to win
Bboy dboy trap jumping out the gym
My shooters deploy n' destroy arms n' a limb
Them niggas stuck in 1st gear so they burnt the clutch
Big dowdy papers n' grabba you can keep the dutch
I'm stacking my bread and I want it all my nigga don't touch the crust
If I take a L I'm smoking that bitch just like a bag of dust
I ain't come to play no games
When you see me holla baby boy do your thang
Big poppa talk propper, I be dropping jewls while they drop copper
Uh
Came out the dirt so my pants a lil muddy
These only red bottoms cause the streets i walk bloody
Head heavy I've been thinking I need a Tylenol
Got some thoughts up on my mind I hope you don't mind at all
Came out the dirt so my pants a lil muddy
These only red bottoms cause the streets i walk bloody
Head heavy I've been thinking I need a Tylenol
Got some thoughts up on my mind I hope you don't mind at all
I know my purpose so i gotta scartch the surface
You could tell I ain't nervous if you scared then go to the service
It's either we dying to live or we living to die
My dawg was just walking on earth now he fly in the sky
I catch a flight look out the window see his face in the clouds
And he smiling he aint frowning cause im making em proud
Life of hard knocks in the ghetto take a toll on you
Trynna make it to heaven but the devil got a hold on you
Never thought we'd be 1's now we throw the 1's
Grew up looking like some bums shackled to the slums
I'm just trynna count some funds paper cut on my thumbs
Trynna run up om me that's one hella of a run
Its a lot of gun smoke on the rodeo
Just incase they want smoke on the rodeo
Bro aint have a sweet sixteen nah
But he had a M sixteen ugh
Came out the dirt so my pants a lil muddy
These only red bottoms cause the streets i walk bloody
Head heavy I've been thinking I need a Tylenol
Got some thoughts up on my mind I hope you don't mind at all
Came out the dirt so my pants a lil muddy
These only red bottoms cause the streets i walk bloody
Head heavy I've been thinking I need a Tylenol
Got some thoughts up on my mind I hope you don't mind at all
Credits
Writer(s): Maurice Farquharson
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