Red Dots (Live)
Wake up in the morning trying to get a bag, trying to hit a lick
Fuck niggas wanna talk trash, we gone get 'em hit
Bag chaser, I'm on the road for the strips
4K, I ain't on the phone wit' no bitch
I'm to the neck, I ain't riding wit' no snitch
I'm 'bout a bag, I ain't really 'bout no bitch
Had to wait my turn but I'm destined, for real
Had me feeling like a red shirt freshman, for real
I be rollin' wit' the red shirt, red team that up glock
Those not chicken pox, those infrared dots
Pop-pop, you ain't on shit, on my Pop Pop
I can't spend no dollars on you mama, I'm a papa
(Ha-ha)
Baby, I need all the chili baba
Knock-knock, here for the rah-rah, wit' all my Rottweilers
Bity Morgue driller, for real, a graveyard stockpiler
I don't wanna fuck your bitch, she got thot mileage
Wake up in the morning trying to get a bag, trying to hit a lick
Fuck niggas wanna talk trash, we gone get 'em hit
Bag chaser, I'm on the road for the strips
4K, I ain't on the phone wit' no bitch, nigga
I'm to the neck, I ain't riding wit' no snitch
I'm 'bout a bag, I ain't really 'bout no bitch
Had to wait my turn but I'm destined, for real
Had me feeling like a red shirt freshman, for real
I be rollin' wit' the red shirt, red team that up glock
Those not chicken pox, those infrared dots
Pop-pop, you ain't on shit, on my Pop Pop
I can't spend no dollars on you mama, I'm a papa
(Ha-ha)
Baby, I need all the chili baba
Knock-knock, here for the rah-rah, wit' all my Rottweilers
Bity Morgue driller, for real, a graveyard stockpiler
Fuck niggas wanna talk trash, we gone get 'em hit
Bag chaser, I'm on the road for the strips
4K, I ain't on the phone wit' no bitch
I'm to the neck, I ain't riding wit' no snitch
I'm 'bout a bag, I ain't really 'bout no bitch
Had to wait my turn but I'm destined, for real
Had me feeling like a red shirt freshman, for real
I be rollin' wit' the red shirt, red team that up glock
Those not chicken pox, those infrared dots
Pop-pop, you ain't on shit, on my Pop Pop
I can't spend no dollars on you mama, I'm a papa
(Ha-ha)
Baby, I need all the chili baba
Knock-knock, here for the rah-rah, wit' all my Rottweilers
Bity Morgue driller, for real, a graveyard stockpiler
I don't wanna fuck your bitch, she got thot mileage
Wake up in the morning trying to get a bag, trying to hit a lick
Fuck niggas wanna talk trash, we gone get 'em hit
Bag chaser, I'm on the road for the strips
4K, I ain't on the phone wit' no bitch, nigga
I'm to the neck, I ain't riding wit' no snitch
I'm 'bout a bag, I ain't really 'bout no bitch
Had to wait my turn but I'm destined, for real
Had me feeling like a red shirt freshman, for real
I be rollin' wit' the red shirt, red team that up glock
Those not chicken pox, those infrared dots
Pop-pop, you ain't on shit, on my Pop Pop
I can't spend no dollars on you mama, I'm a papa
(Ha-ha)
Baby, I need all the chili baba
Knock-knock, here for the rah-rah, wit' all my Rottweilers
Bity Morgue driller, for real, a graveyard stockpiler
Credits
Writer(s): Elijah Jones
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