Red Beam (feat. JAH¡!)
I just hopped out a coupe, then I hopped in my bag
And my bitch, she so cool, she be stealin' the swag
Red beam on her boy, we chasin' him down, he runnin' too fast
Red beam on her boy, we runnin' him down, now we on your ass
Red beam, red beam, red beam, red beam
Lil' nigga, I'm bout to bake, no regular baking, I'm talkin' bout that green
Lil' nigga, I keep a K, got a switch on that lil' bitch, I came with a beam
These hoes don't stay in they lane, got my shawty and you know she goin' insane
Red beam, red beam, red beam, red beam
I'm high, I feel like a dream, red S.R.T., I'm making it scream
I'm fly, they copyin' me, I walk in the spot, I'm causin a scene
Balenciaga on me, if it's not bout the cash, I wanna be seen
Red beam, red beam, I just got me a brand new red key
All my brothers, they slidin' with me, I just got me a whole lotta cheese
And you know that I'm flowin' on beats, yeah, uh
Hit the beat, in this trackhawk, hear the screech
I'm so icy, like a beach, and I leak
With prada alyx, and I prada my bag
I made racks in my sleep, got a whole lotta cash
I got rich like a geek, and I run out my cash
I done ran out my cheese, yeah, yeah
I been runnin' my racks, countin' my cheese
Countin' my cash, countin' just greens, yeah, yeah
Get to a bag, get to a D, yeah, yeah
I been runnin' the racks, I been stackin' O.D., yeah
Red beam, red beam, red beam, red beam
Money is all that I see, empty the tank and they suckin' on me
Rockin' amiri the jeans, match it with double Gs all on my feet
My hitters, they ridin' with me, you steady be pushin' everything but P
Put my shades on, I can't see, ridin' with Jah, you know he flossy
Comin' in hot, check the speed, give me that guap, bitch, I'm not sayin' please
And this lil' bitch, I thought she gon' suck it for free
And I'm callin' the shots, feel like 23
Red beam, red beam, red beam, red beam
Lil' nigga, I'm bout to bake, no regular bake, and I'm talkin' bout that green
Lil' nigga, I keep a K, got a switch on that lil' bitch, it came with a beam
These hoes don't stay in they lane, got my shawty yeah, you know she goin' insane
Red beam, red beam, red beam, red beam
I'm hot, I feel like a dream, red SRT, I'm makin' them scream
I'm fly, they coppin' me, walk in the spot, I'm causin a scene
Balenciaga on me, if it's not by the cash, I don't wanna be seen
And my bitch, she so cool, she be stealin' the swag
Red beam on her boy, we chasin' him down, he runnin' too fast
Red beam on her boy, we runnin' him down, now we on your ass
Red beam, red beam, red beam, red beam
Lil' nigga, I'm bout to bake, no regular baking, I'm talkin' bout that green
Lil' nigga, I keep a K, got a switch on that lil' bitch, I came with a beam
These hoes don't stay in they lane, got my shawty and you know she goin' insane
Red beam, red beam, red beam, red beam
I'm high, I feel like a dream, red S.R.T., I'm making it scream
I'm fly, they copyin' me, I walk in the spot, I'm causin a scene
Balenciaga on me, if it's not bout the cash, I wanna be seen
Red beam, red beam, I just got me a brand new red key
All my brothers, they slidin' with me, I just got me a whole lotta cheese
And you know that I'm flowin' on beats, yeah, uh
Hit the beat, in this trackhawk, hear the screech
I'm so icy, like a beach, and I leak
With prada alyx, and I prada my bag
I made racks in my sleep, got a whole lotta cash
I got rich like a geek, and I run out my cash
I done ran out my cheese, yeah, yeah
I been runnin' my racks, countin' my cheese
Countin' my cash, countin' just greens, yeah, yeah
Get to a bag, get to a D, yeah, yeah
I been runnin' the racks, I been stackin' O.D., yeah
Red beam, red beam, red beam, red beam
Money is all that I see, empty the tank and they suckin' on me
Rockin' amiri the jeans, match it with double Gs all on my feet
My hitters, they ridin' with me, you steady be pushin' everything but P
Put my shades on, I can't see, ridin' with Jah, you know he flossy
Comin' in hot, check the speed, give me that guap, bitch, I'm not sayin' please
And this lil' bitch, I thought she gon' suck it for free
And I'm callin' the shots, feel like 23
Red beam, red beam, red beam, red beam
Lil' nigga, I'm bout to bake, no regular bake, and I'm talkin' bout that green
Lil' nigga, I keep a K, got a switch on that lil' bitch, it came with a beam
These hoes don't stay in they lane, got my shawty yeah, you know she goin' insane
Red beam, red beam, red beam, red beam
I'm hot, I feel like a dream, red SRT, I'm makin' them scream
I'm fly, they coppin' me, walk in the spot, I'm causin a scene
Balenciaga on me, if it's not by the cash, I don't wanna be seen
Credits
Writer(s): Jahseei Clarke
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