2017

The way I'm stepping you ain't see me then u stepped on
I think its time to wake up I been feeling like I'm slept on
I just go and hit the stu and get a bag without a rest stop
Shawty a little baddie and I swear she had the best top
And I just had to get it on my own
Yeah look at what I'm on, I got one scale w P's and a couple trap phones
I got Juggs gotta go, on my phone making more, than a nine to five but if they gone run off at the loc' ima
Yeah, See red, See red, Yeah yeah, He dead, He dead
I been working too hard to be caught up into the feds
I talked to god and I told him I'm changing up when I get bread
And I can't wait to show my bank account and ask 'em what it says
I'm gone be cashing out don't care 'bout what it cost I gotta get it
They wasn't feeling me yet its back to the booth
I'm tryna get me that Bentley coupe
Make sure that I'm balling everywhere I go on every hoop

Yeah, See red, See red, Yeah yeah, He dead, He dead
White bitch off the white shit, shit is priceless
Drive stick, with no license, on a tight ridge aye
Why they be talking that shit when they really ain't with it like what the fuck
How you gone speak on my name when you know you ain't wit it little bitch you better duck
Yeah, See red, See red, Yeah yeah, He dead, He dead
Blue hunnids on me I'm sipping lean I got blood on my jeans
Bitch I'm not sipping red when I see him he done got put on a Tee
Yeah, See red, See red, Yeah yeah, He dead, He dead
Oh yeah yeah yeah see red, He dead

I was gone but I'm back finna blow up like the Taliban
Run it up 'til I touchdown no I'm never getting sacked
Why they all on my body for some bands I get 'em off my back
If she topping me and don't need hands then she gone get a rack
Yeah, yeah, and that's a fact
I can't fuck with no one else but god, and yeah I'm sinning
I just took the whip out the garage, and get to spinning
I just hit and kick her out the spot, can't catch no feelings



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Writer(s): Hisham Hussain
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