red .
Walk in this bitch, get to trippin (Woah)
I don't want that hoe (uh uh)
Nah I ain't simpin
And I got that blue dough in my pocket but I ain't cripping
Look at how I'm living
Yeah, I got the juice like Tupac but in my cup i'm sipping
Red, Red, Red
Until I'm dead
I'm real righteous
Red, Red, Red
Like what do you bang?
Who are you bro you can't hang
I feel like the major, yeah I bring the pain
You ain't got nothing, You ain't got stain
Shoutout to the Outlaws, that's the gang
I told her take off her bra and give me brain
I feel like a superstar in Helmut Lang
Pull off in a stupid car, not Durango
I go where you can't go
I throw up my set, she giving me neck, while i'm switching lanes hoe
Gimmie my respect, that's all I wanted on my name hoe
I told em i'm next, so bet on me
I like to flex with bat gang and I can't forget lil thirteen
My drip in real life, yours in a dream
Ain't no more exotic we smoking extreme
She say that she riding, she riding wit me
You a chicken wing, you ain't got green
My fit pop out like Halloween
We got the sticks, not talking bout the trees
You better watch out for the leech
Cuz most of these hoes ain't what it seems
Walk in this bitch, get to trippin (Woah)
I don't want that hoe (uh uh)
Nah I ain't simpin
And I got that blue dough in my pocket but I ain't cripping
Look at how I'm living
Yeah, I got the juice like Tupac but in my cup i'm sipping
Red, Red, Red
Until I'm dead
I'm real righteous
Red, Red, Red
I don't want that hoe (uh uh)
Nah I ain't simpin
And I got that blue dough in my pocket but I ain't cripping
Look at how I'm living
Yeah, I got the juice like Tupac but in my cup i'm sipping
Red, Red, Red
Until I'm dead
I'm real righteous
Red, Red, Red
Like what do you bang?
Who are you bro you can't hang
I feel like the major, yeah I bring the pain
You ain't got nothing, You ain't got stain
Shoutout to the Outlaws, that's the gang
I told her take off her bra and give me brain
I feel like a superstar in Helmut Lang
Pull off in a stupid car, not Durango
I go where you can't go
I throw up my set, she giving me neck, while i'm switching lanes hoe
Gimmie my respect, that's all I wanted on my name hoe
I told em i'm next, so bet on me
I like to flex with bat gang and I can't forget lil thirteen
My drip in real life, yours in a dream
Ain't no more exotic we smoking extreme
She say that she riding, she riding wit me
You a chicken wing, you ain't got green
My fit pop out like Halloween
We got the sticks, not talking bout the trees
You better watch out for the leech
Cuz most of these hoes ain't what it seems
Walk in this bitch, get to trippin (Woah)
I don't want that hoe (uh uh)
Nah I ain't simpin
And I got that blue dough in my pocket but I ain't cripping
Look at how I'm living
Yeah, I got the juice like Tupac but in my cup i'm sipping
Red, Red, Red
Until I'm dead
I'm real righteous
Red, Red, Red
Credits
Writer(s): Cristian Mitchell, Lil Mexiko (trick$et Baby)
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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