BLOODRED FANTA (feat. Overdose)
Uh hold on hold on
Ok aye
Uh
Rubber bands in my Amiris 100k when I walk
Take it too far money playin get ya popped
Skirtin of the drop pockets fillin' up with knots
Leave ya ass grinnin' on a tee man ya momma be distraught
It could never be me I'mma shoot it till I drop
If you think you gone flee imma blow off ya top
If you thinkin' that you G i'mma show you that you not
Aye aye
You be smoking on green I be smoking on rock
I been schemin' on a 10 you be scheming on thots
Ever since I was jit fascinated wit em glocks
Ain't speakin' too much so they listen when I talk
Got an ounce of the bud in the trunk
Body lifted up like this bitch that I fucked (yeah)
Tats on her face and she rubbing on my gun
Told me I'm a bad kid a whole lotta fun
Never ever be sad
Fuck you rehab never ever need that
Fuck I need a CPAP
Yeah yeah
Beans in my mouth and I crush em on my tounge
Knocked it off the table snorting on rug
OD in the bathroom I do it outta love
Pull a 40 out when push comes to shove
Pour 40 out he OD'd on the drugs
Yeah she
Fuckin around bitch
She be a down bitch
The last thing that tM fuck with is you if you a clown bitch
Not around town bitch (nah)
Sleeping around bitch
Keep it in the clique we move in secret scheming around bitch
Benzo beats be fat like a backwood
Now I'm making money with the merch and the staff good (uh)
Team overdose repping that shit yeah (hold up)
It's O.D.E till the casket yeah
True
Ok aye
Uh
Rubber bands in my Amiris 100k when I walk
Take it too far money playin get ya popped
Skirtin of the drop pockets fillin' up with knots
Leave ya ass grinnin' on a tee man ya momma be distraught
It could never be me I'mma shoot it till I drop
If you think you gone flee imma blow off ya top
If you thinkin' that you G i'mma show you that you not
Aye aye
You be smoking on green I be smoking on rock
I been schemin' on a 10 you be scheming on thots
Ever since I was jit fascinated wit em glocks
Ain't speakin' too much so they listen when I talk
Got an ounce of the bud in the trunk
Body lifted up like this bitch that I fucked (yeah)
Tats on her face and she rubbing on my gun
Told me I'm a bad kid a whole lotta fun
Never ever be sad
Fuck you rehab never ever need that
Fuck I need a CPAP
Yeah yeah
Beans in my mouth and I crush em on my tounge
Knocked it off the table snorting on rug
OD in the bathroom I do it outta love
Pull a 40 out when push comes to shove
Pour 40 out he OD'd on the drugs
Yeah she
Fuckin around bitch
She be a down bitch
The last thing that tM fuck with is you if you a clown bitch
Not around town bitch (nah)
Sleeping around bitch
Keep it in the clique we move in secret scheming around bitch
Benzo beats be fat like a backwood
Now I'm making money with the merch and the staff good (uh)
Team overdose repping that shit yeah (hold up)
It's O.D.E till the casket yeah
True
Credits
Writer(s): Collin Kautz, Erik Weber, Taylor Mooneyham
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