Red Dot (feat. Shindy & AJ Tracey)
You try to run, I'ma cock my gat and blast you deep
Deep in the bushes, see, I'm scopin' with that red dot (you, you)
You try to run, I'ma cock my gat and blast you deep
Deep in the bushes, see, I'm scopin' with that red dot (yeah, yeah, yeah, wee)
Nasılsın, my nigga, tell me how you been, my nigga (Gs up)
I started out with just a sip, I had to spin that figure (wee, wee)
I had to live off ramen noodles, hunger's been my trigger (yeah, yeah)
Now I'm Goliath when I step, I swear there's no one bigger
Check me out, I bust it down (down)
My Lambo' brown, the Amex black (for real), I'm pushin' sound (yeah)
Got pressure pounds, call my line (facts)
I spin that verse and turn that show up for you (facts)
Just use my flow and copy me, I'll make that crowd adore you (wee, wee, wee)
It's a (it's a) party every time I'm steppin' in (wee)
Can't attend unless I get my bredrin with a weapon in (Gs up)
And I got brothers 'round the world, can't do no checkin' in (no)
Get checkups from the women, check the guesses, we got pressure in (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
You try to run, I'ma cock my gat and blast you deep
Deep in the bushes, see, I'm scopin' with that red dot (you, you)
You try to run, I'ma cock my gat and blast you deep
Deep in the bushes, see, I'm scopin' with that red dot
El Presidente, vor Chanel und Wempe
Bilden sich Menschentrauben, so als ob ich Geld verschenke
Triff mich Stanglwirt, seh aus wie dein Summerflirt
Nein, deine Bitch hat nicht gezwinkert, meine Felge blendet
Paar Million'n schwerer, Bitch, ich brauche Hosenträger
Ich will die Birkin mit den Fenstern und dem Krokoleder
Ich bin ein Sweet-Talker, better yet ein Smooth-Talker
Diamonds clean wie Greek Water, Flow von ei'm New Yorker
Deutschrap ist Modeschmuck, ich ball wie ein Poloclub
Freitagmittag, Herzogpark, ich schmeck wie 'ne Kokosnuss
Ich bin dauernd anderswo, Mami, es ist Standard so
Wir seh'n uns nach der Tour im Spa-Bereich vom Lanserhof
You try to run, I'ma cock my gat and blast you deep
Deep in the bushes, see, I'm scopin' with that red dot (you, you)
You try to run, I'ma cock my gat and blast you deep
Deep in the bushes, see, I'm scopin' with that red dot
Deep in the bushes, see, I'm scopin' with that red dot (you, you)
You try to run, I'ma cock my gat and blast you deep
Deep in the bushes, see, I'm scopin' with that red dot (yeah, yeah, yeah, wee)
Nasılsın, my nigga, tell me how you been, my nigga (Gs up)
I started out with just a sip, I had to spin that figure (wee, wee)
I had to live off ramen noodles, hunger's been my trigger (yeah, yeah)
Now I'm Goliath when I step, I swear there's no one bigger
Check me out, I bust it down (down)
My Lambo' brown, the Amex black (for real), I'm pushin' sound (yeah)
Got pressure pounds, call my line (facts)
I spin that verse and turn that show up for you (facts)
Just use my flow and copy me, I'll make that crowd adore you (wee, wee, wee)
It's a (it's a) party every time I'm steppin' in (wee)
Can't attend unless I get my bredrin with a weapon in (Gs up)
And I got brothers 'round the world, can't do no checkin' in (no)
Get checkups from the women, check the guesses, we got pressure in (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
You try to run, I'ma cock my gat and blast you deep
Deep in the bushes, see, I'm scopin' with that red dot (you, you)
You try to run, I'ma cock my gat and blast you deep
Deep in the bushes, see, I'm scopin' with that red dot
El Presidente, vor Chanel und Wempe
Bilden sich Menschentrauben, so als ob ich Geld verschenke
Triff mich Stanglwirt, seh aus wie dein Summerflirt
Nein, deine Bitch hat nicht gezwinkert, meine Felge blendet
Paar Million'n schwerer, Bitch, ich brauche Hosenträger
Ich will die Birkin mit den Fenstern und dem Krokoleder
Ich bin ein Sweet-Talker, better yet ein Smooth-Talker
Diamonds clean wie Greek Water, Flow von ei'm New Yorker
Deutschrap ist Modeschmuck, ich ball wie ein Poloclub
Freitagmittag, Herzogpark, ich schmeck wie 'ne Kokosnuss
Ich bin dauernd anderswo, Mami, es ist Standard so
Wir seh'n uns nach der Tour im Spa-Bereich vom Lanserhof
You try to run, I'ma cock my gat and blast you deep
Deep in the bushes, see, I'm scopin' with that red dot (you, you)
You try to run, I'ma cock my gat and blast you deep
Deep in the bushes, see, I'm scopin' with that red dot
Credits
Writer(s): Philipp Riebenstahl, Ben Levi Walter, Philipp Steinbach, Christopher Budde, Dennis Lukowski, Michael Schindler, Pouya Yari, Grant Che Wolton
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