red room

(What) you ain't running shit, get your block wet up
I ain't with no gang, get your gang set up
He think that he me, oh, that boy messed up
Put him a room, know he gon' fess up
Full metal tucked, I'on give a fuck
Pack in that blunt, let that ho smoke up (smoke up)
Full metal tucked, I'on give a fuck
Pack in that blunt, let that ho smoke up (smoke up)

Bitch, give up, get mixed up
Shawty love to murder people too, I'm in love
Blood in my cup, ho, pour up
I ain't catch your ass by surprise, it ain't luck
Make her fall in love with me, pussy, she don't love you
If she tell me where the fuck you at, then it's fuck you
"Baby, get the knife," lil' bitch, we gon' gut you
"Baby, get the pipe," lil' bitch, we gon' cut you

You-you-you ain't running shit, get your block wet up
I ain't with no gang, get your gang set up
He think that he me, oh, that boy messed up
Put him a room, know he gon' fess up
Full metal tucked, I'on give a fuck
Pack in that blunt, let that ho smoke up (smoke up)
Full metal tucked, I'on give a fuck
Pack in that blunt, let that ho smoke up (smoke up)

I leave that boy with a toe-tag
Know he don't know where his ho at
Got a hundred rounds for his ho ass
I know he don't even know that
Think 'fore you try to bitch me
I really know where your bitch be
Whenever I see her, she kiss me
Boy, how the fuck you shoot just to miss me?

(What) you ain't running shit, get your block wet up
I ain't with no gang, get your gang set up
He think that he me, oh, that boy messed up
Put him a room, know he gon' fess up
Full metal tucked, I'on give a fuck
Pack in that blunt, let that ho smoke up (smoke up)
Full metal tucked, I'on give a fuck
Pack in that blunt, let that ho smoke up (smoke up)



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Writer(s): Izzy Z
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