Red Nigga (Blue Nigga)
Blue niggas
Red niggas
Black niggas
Yellow niggas
(laughs)
I got blue niggas
Red niggas
Uh uh uh uh (yeah)
All my shooters dressed in black nigga (uh yeah)
Run up the rank nigga (uh)
Roll up the bands nigga (uh)
I got them bad bitches
Uh uh uh uh (yeah)
She wanna roll with the baddest
Lil bitch knows I'm the finest (yeah)
My niggas they carry a whole lotta baggage
To handle that shit is a whole nother challenge
I'm rocking designer
Don't got me no stylist
I Painted my nails just to look like a bad bitch
I eat up that bitch like a mo fucking sandwich
Let out the rage
Finna let out the carnage
Uh uh uh uh uh
I'm high on the smoke
Lil bih can you believe that
I'm sipping that lean
While I chill on a bean bag
As fly as a bird
You can call me a phoenix
You smell like a turd
Where the fuck have you been at
Finna blow up
Then get me some beats from the bynx
Then imma make me a remix
In my feelings
I'm falling off the deep end
Cannot go
Bro you already in this
I love that bitch so much
But she couldn't give me head cause of her braces
Bought a brand new Benz
And too that bitch to a whole lotta races
I got a real Mac 10
I'm bout go to out with some spray and pray shit
All my bitches bad
All in a room
There ain't a lot of spaces
Balenci my shoes
Eyes
Hands
Waist
All of my shooters okay
I'm glad that they made it away
Almost got taken away
By the cops
But I really escaped
I thought I was done
But it's all cool at the end of the day (yeah)
I got blue niggas
Red niggas
Uh uh uh uh (yeah)
All my shooters dressed in black nigga (uh yeah)
Run up the rank nigga (uh)
Roll up the bands nigga (uh)
I got them bad bitches
Uh uh uh uh (yeah)
Uh she feeling my swag
I cannot deny
The X make a nigga to fly
My shooters are ready to die
Wanna rock imma shake like I'm Kai
I got me a dra with a couple of rounds
I bought me a demon
I hop in and drive
Your words do not faze me
I know that I'm fire
Your bitch on my dick and she ready to ride
The love of your life
Put her on a flight
On my cellular shit
I just call her a ride
And she calling my name while I hit from the back
She's no regular bitch
Bro her booty so fat
I've making these hits on my phone
With nothing but my EarPods
Lil Brodie you got to excuse to be shit
Better just get off your ass yeah
Red niggas
Black niggas
Yellow niggas
(laughs)
I got blue niggas
Red niggas
Uh uh uh uh (yeah)
All my shooters dressed in black nigga (uh yeah)
Run up the rank nigga (uh)
Roll up the bands nigga (uh)
I got them bad bitches
Uh uh uh uh (yeah)
She wanna roll with the baddest
Lil bitch knows I'm the finest (yeah)
My niggas they carry a whole lotta baggage
To handle that shit is a whole nother challenge
I'm rocking designer
Don't got me no stylist
I Painted my nails just to look like a bad bitch
I eat up that bitch like a mo fucking sandwich
Let out the rage
Finna let out the carnage
Uh uh uh uh uh
I'm high on the smoke
Lil bih can you believe that
I'm sipping that lean
While I chill on a bean bag
As fly as a bird
You can call me a phoenix
You smell like a turd
Where the fuck have you been at
Finna blow up
Then get me some beats from the bynx
Then imma make me a remix
In my feelings
I'm falling off the deep end
Cannot go
Bro you already in this
I love that bitch so much
But she couldn't give me head cause of her braces
Bought a brand new Benz
And too that bitch to a whole lotta races
I got a real Mac 10
I'm bout go to out with some spray and pray shit
All my bitches bad
All in a room
There ain't a lot of spaces
Balenci my shoes
Eyes
Hands
Waist
All of my shooters okay
I'm glad that they made it away
Almost got taken away
By the cops
But I really escaped
I thought I was done
But it's all cool at the end of the day (yeah)
I got blue niggas
Red niggas
Uh uh uh uh (yeah)
All my shooters dressed in black nigga (uh yeah)
Run up the rank nigga (uh)
Roll up the bands nigga (uh)
I got them bad bitches
Uh uh uh uh (yeah)
Uh she feeling my swag
I cannot deny
The X make a nigga to fly
My shooters are ready to die
Wanna rock imma shake like I'm Kai
I got me a dra with a couple of rounds
I bought me a demon
I hop in and drive
Your words do not faze me
I know that I'm fire
Your bitch on my dick and she ready to ride
The love of your life
Put her on a flight
On my cellular shit
I just call her a ride
And she calling my name while I hit from the back
She's no regular bitch
Bro her booty so fat
I've making these hits on my phone
With nothing but my EarPods
Lil Brodie you got to excuse to be shit
Better just get off your ass yeah
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