Code Red
Turn my headphones up
(Say, Brando, what it's hitting for?)
Uh, uh, yeah (Alright then)
Big Glock
Uh, baow, baow, baow
Baow, baow, grrah
Grr, grr
Grr, grr
Baow, ba-da
Look, look
Big Glock, you know you could get it
Uh, this bitch hold the fifty (Grrah)
Bronem can't stop spinning
When it's up, niggas stand on business
He can't shoot back, left him shitty (Uh)
When bronem up them switches (Grrah)
Planning get-back for my nigga
Until the nigga dead, I won't stop drilling, yeah
You know that it's code red, you know I want bloodshed
You know if you come play where I lay, I'ma leave a nigga dead
You know that I don't play, know it's gunplay, I'm on all that
Aim at his face, me up the Drac' until he fall back
Fall, make him fall back, baow, I'm with all that
These niggas be hating, nigga, bitches, what I call that
These niggas pretenders, I won't enter without my gat
He can go to tripping, go to hitting where his dome at
Chris be on that (On that), his block
Know we roam that (Roam that)
I cut up bad, pockets full of cash
She turn up bad, get me with her thick ass
Wait, hold on, look
This a Glock clip, not a ProMag
I can make a bitch in a nigga, duck fast
Nigga left the boy stuck with a toe tag
When it's up, know it's stuck, I'm stuck on your ass
That boy cannot get no pass (Nah)
I'ma show you how you do it, nigga
Drop the lo', we coming through, nigga (Lick)
You just another victim
Big Glock, you know you could get it
Uh, this bitch hold the fifty (Grrah)
Bronem can't stop spinning
When it's up, niggas stand on business
He can't shoot back, left him shitty (Uh)
When bronem up them switches (Grrah)
Planning get-back for my nigga
Until the nigga dead, I won't stop drilling, yeah
You know that it's code red, you know I want bloodshed
You know if you come play where I lay, I'ma leave a nigga dead
You know that I don't play
Know it's gunplay, I'm on all that (All that)
Aim at his face, me up the Drac'
Until he fall back (Until he fall back)
You know I'ma—, and I stand on—, I'm on all that
You know that it's—, dead
You know that I come, maybe cuttin' up where my dog at
(Say, Brando, what it's hitting for?)
Uh, uh, yeah (Alright then)
Big Glock
Uh, baow, baow, baow
Baow, baow, grrah
Grr, grr
Grr, grr
Baow, ba-da
Look, look
Big Glock, you know you could get it
Uh, this bitch hold the fifty (Grrah)
Bronem can't stop spinning
When it's up, niggas stand on business
He can't shoot back, left him shitty (Uh)
When bronem up them switches (Grrah)
Planning get-back for my nigga
Until the nigga dead, I won't stop drilling, yeah
You know that it's code red, you know I want bloodshed
You know if you come play where I lay, I'ma leave a nigga dead
You know that I don't play, know it's gunplay, I'm on all that
Aim at his face, me up the Drac' until he fall back
Fall, make him fall back, baow, I'm with all that
These niggas be hating, nigga, bitches, what I call that
These niggas pretenders, I won't enter without my gat
He can go to tripping, go to hitting where his dome at
Chris be on that (On that), his block
Know we roam that (Roam that)
I cut up bad, pockets full of cash
She turn up bad, get me with her thick ass
Wait, hold on, look
This a Glock clip, not a ProMag
I can make a bitch in a nigga, duck fast
Nigga left the boy stuck with a toe tag
When it's up, know it's stuck, I'm stuck on your ass
That boy cannot get no pass (Nah)
I'ma show you how you do it, nigga
Drop the lo', we coming through, nigga (Lick)
You just another victim
Big Glock, you know you could get it
Uh, this bitch hold the fifty (Grrah)
Bronem can't stop spinning
When it's up, niggas stand on business
He can't shoot back, left him shitty (Uh)
When bronem up them switches (Grrah)
Planning get-back for my nigga
Until the nigga dead, I won't stop drilling, yeah
You know that it's code red, you know I want bloodshed
You know if you come play where I lay, I'ma leave a nigga dead
You know that I don't play
Know it's gunplay, I'm on all that (All that)
Aim at his face, me up the Drac'
Until he fall back (Until he fall back)
You know I'ma—, and I stand on—, I'm on all that
You know that it's—, dead
You know that I come, maybe cuttin' up where my dog at
Credits
Writer(s): Labrandon Robertson
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