Crimson
Never make the homies catch you on the block
They gon stretch you out leave you looking like a sock
Everybody outside smoking good pot
Black Glock made him dance like TikTok
Zooming like a rocket I'm not talking Johnny
Feeling like Meg the way bullets hit your body
They gon fold you I'm not talking origami
Playing no games I'm not talking Atari
I'm from Miami the way we always drunk
Feeling like King James when I hit the dunk
Everybody want the blue strips they don't rock with ones
She got her weave snatched she looked like a monk
I just rode in a two seater
I was always doing stunts I'm not talking Peter
We had a need for speed look up on the meter
I just made a hit I'm not talking Derek Jeter
Getting clout from my tactics
I was never balling I'm not a Maverick
I always used to think love was like magic
I was always trying to get the match lit
Feel like Jay Rock I was making win-wins
Everyone on demon time they be tryna sin
Going through the city I'm not talking Tintin
Bullets hit his chin turnt him crimson
He had a few chills a while ago
All the bullets piercing him no ear lobes
He think it's a game ain't no cheat codes
Getting shot like a half court free throw
Stainless steel
Made him get a feel
I'm not talking Meg
He felt it in the heel
I think it hit his spleen shaking in the knees
Colder than the sea
For real G you don't wanna leak like it's Halloween
I heard you with the powder
Heard you with the caine
Heard you with the bands
Heard you with the cake
Heard you in the spot
Heard you in the maze
Heard you with the tea
Heard you with the rain
Snipers on the roof no red nose
Bullets making him shake no red nose
They were lighting up now they finna smoke
Finna make a toast
Getting clout from my tactics
I was never balling I'm not a Maverick
I always used to think love was like magic
I was always trying to get the match lit
Feel like Jay Rock I was making win-wins
Everyone on demon time they be tryna sin
Going through the city I'm not talking Tintin
Bullets hitting his chin turnt him crimson
They in love with smoking dead opps
They be at the other side running from the cops
They got the firearm that'll make your top drop
It'll make you dance it'll make your ears pop
They got dropped to the curb like a drop off
So they fast forward I don't mean Miatas
You can hear the drum beat like a choppa
No champagne bottles they gon pop off
They gon stretch you out leave you looking like a sock
Everybody outside smoking good pot
Black Glock made him dance like TikTok
Zooming like a rocket I'm not talking Johnny
Feeling like Meg the way bullets hit your body
They gon fold you I'm not talking origami
Playing no games I'm not talking Atari
I'm from Miami the way we always drunk
Feeling like King James when I hit the dunk
Everybody want the blue strips they don't rock with ones
She got her weave snatched she looked like a monk
I just rode in a two seater
I was always doing stunts I'm not talking Peter
We had a need for speed look up on the meter
I just made a hit I'm not talking Derek Jeter
Getting clout from my tactics
I was never balling I'm not a Maverick
I always used to think love was like magic
I was always trying to get the match lit
Feel like Jay Rock I was making win-wins
Everyone on demon time they be tryna sin
Going through the city I'm not talking Tintin
Bullets hit his chin turnt him crimson
He had a few chills a while ago
All the bullets piercing him no ear lobes
He think it's a game ain't no cheat codes
Getting shot like a half court free throw
Stainless steel
Made him get a feel
I'm not talking Meg
He felt it in the heel
I think it hit his spleen shaking in the knees
Colder than the sea
For real G you don't wanna leak like it's Halloween
I heard you with the powder
Heard you with the caine
Heard you with the bands
Heard you with the cake
Heard you in the spot
Heard you in the maze
Heard you with the tea
Heard you with the rain
Snipers on the roof no red nose
Bullets making him shake no red nose
They were lighting up now they finna smoke
Finna make a toast
Getting clout from my tactics
I was never balling I'm not a Maverick
I always used to think love was like magic
I was always trying to get the match lit
Feel like Jay Rock I was making win-wins
Everyone on demon time they be tryna sin
Going through the city I'm not talking Tintin
Bullets hitting his chin turnt him crimson
They in love with smoking dead opps
They be at the other side running from the cops
They got the firearm that'll make your top drop
It'll make you dance it'll make your ears pop
They got dropped to the curb like a drop off
So they fast forward I don't mean Miatas
You can hear the drum beat like a choppa
No champagne bottles they gon pop off
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Writer(s): Jaden Rattigan
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