Redcoats

Mom, this is Josef
Don't worry
But Geno is about to go fucking crazy on this one

Got no gas, I drive on E
I stash the nine under the seat
I keep it P
She sent a text, but it's a paragraph
Too long for me to read
They know it's Gene, they know it's me
I washed the blood out with the bleach
I left the beach went out of reach (Huh)

Not gang affiliated
I'll still put it on the Dead Locs
I don't want no sex nah wouldn't mind no head tho
Beam on top this Glock'll make his head glow
His body slumped and then his head rolls
Here come the redcoats

The pills inside a case
And so I went and broke the glass
Thought that we was safe
Til I got knocked back on my ass
This for all the people fighting battles
With their head down
Broke up out the knot
Snapped the band and let my hair down
Clip inside the Glock
I let off shots and then I air it out
Life or death aint nothing
Watched it flood and saw them fled out
Fuck it, that ain't nothing
I start bucking with my head down
Don't you get the message
They start checking on my whereabouts

Got no gas, I drive on E
I stash the nine under the seat
I keep it P
She sent a text, but it's a paragraph
Too long for me to read
They know it's Gene, they know it's me
I washed the blood out with the bleach
I left the beach went out of reach

Not gang affiliated
I'll still put it on the Dead Locs
I don't want no sex nah wouldn't mind no head tho
Beam on top this Glock'll make his head glow
His body slumped and then his head rolls
Here come the redcoats

Fit clean, bitch mean
My ex texted me she miss me, bitch please
All my hunnids blue RIP Nipsey
I'm out here floating off a bean
I watched them get down low and hug the shoulder
When they creep

They been trynna play me but I'm not one of them
I'm popping my shit
Went from nobody with nothing now my voice pay my rent
Could go and cop me a Benz
They want me selling my soul
Lil bitch I'll die for respect
I keep my foot on they neck

Got no gas, I drive on E
I stash the nine under the seat
I keep it P
She sent a text, but it's a paragraph
Too long for me to read
They know it's Gene, they know it's me
I washed the blood out with the bleach
I left the beach went out of reach

Not gang affiliated
I'll still put it on the Dead Locs
I don't want no sex nah wouldn't mind no head tho
Beam on top this Glock'll make his head glow
His body slumped and then his head rolls
Here come the redcoats

Clip inside the Glock I let off shots
And then I air it out
Life or death ain't nothing
Watched it flood and saw them fled out
Fuck it, that ain't nothing
I start bucking with my head down
Don't you get the message
They start checking on my whereabouts



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