Redd Dot Sight

He's indian, he got a red dot
Like call of duty, only head shots
I'm realer two, talking lil top
Send this boy this message
He ain't shit, he nothing special
With my glock, I might fucking stretch him
I'm riding around your city in a tesla

I'm going from rags to riches, I can't fake it
I'm not like these pussies, no exaggeration
I got glocks & switches, every room I shake it
I smack so many models, I might hit a waitress
I got a bad bitch, you think I'm worried?
I'll put some money on your head, I'm turnt

He's indian, he got a red dot
Like call of duty, only head shots
I'm realer two, talking lil top
Send this boy this message
He ain't shit, he nothing special
With my glock, I might fucking stretch him
I'm riding around your city in a tesla



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Writer(s): Redd Shotta
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