All Redd lyrics

[Intro]
Slice

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
All red 'Rari, pus*y n*gga, not no Tesla
All red 'Rari got the sauce, it look like ketchup
Big Bs, b*tch, big Blood, I throw the set up
Really from the streets, you lil' n*ggas playin' dress-up
Playin' with them bricks, got them blocks built like Tetris
Sent a couple shots but you f*ck n*ggas ain't get the message
Told you n*ggas Big 14 ain't the one to mess with (Uh, uh, uh, uh)

[Verse 1: Trippie Redd]
I keep pistols close, yeah
Everybody know I keep pistols close
Pistol Pete mode, b*tch, you know I keep pistols close, yeah
Everybody know I keep pistols close, bang
Pistols close, ayy
Missiles close, ayy
You can get exposed, ayy
Shoot choppers at close range
This b*tch goin' both ways
When you walk across the street, make sure you look both ways
'Cause them n*ggas in the streets, we them n*ggas in the streets
f*ck n*gga don't want no beef
I'm gon pull up with that heat, bah-bah-bah, ayy
Shoot a n*gga head, ayy, shoot a n*gga head
Middle finger, f*ck the feds, it's Big Redd
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Shawty gonna scream in that b*tch, uh, uh, uh
Foreign car outside, uh, uh, uh
Gotta be with the team, baby, uh, uh, uh
[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
All red 'Rari, pus*y n*gga, not no Tesla
All red 'Rari got the sauce, it look like ketchup
Big Bs, b*tch, big Blood, I throw the set up
Really from the streets, you lil' n*ggas playin' dress-up
Playin' with them bricks, got them blocks built like Tetris
Sent a couple shots but you f*ck n*ggas ain't get the message
Told you n*ggas Big 14 ain't the one to mess with

[Verse 2: BigSmokeChapo]
Red rag 'round the f*ckin' Drac' when we slidin' (Whoop)
Thirty round on the f*ckin' glick, b*tch, I'm firin' (b*tch, I'm firin')
Smoking on dead opp, n*gga, I'm high (I'm high)
Play with this sh*t then your ass gon' die (Boom)
Got a .357 with sixteen shots (Sixteen shots)
Rich Slime Gang, I'll cross a n*gga out (Cross a n*gga out)
If I get to it, they ass get burned (Burned)
Ran down on a n*gga, now there's blood on my shirt (On my shirt)
I'm in the trap in exclusive Dior (Dior)
Young n*gga started off kickin' them doors (Kickin' them doors)
Young n*gga started off totin' them glicks
Young n*gga still be totin' them glicks (I'm still with my fire)
Glock 41 with a lamp on this sh*t (A lamp)
Your ho off the Perc' tryna suck my di*k (Suck my di*k)
f*ck that ho then pass the assist (Assist)
Just poured a four in the Sierra Mist (Lean)
Ran off on the plug, now his ass is p*ssed (He p*ssed)
BigSmokeChapo don't tolerate a diss (I don't)
Real street n*gga, I don't know what you is (What you is?)
59 Brim Gang, man, they know that I drill (Woah)
Big four-O get to shootin' off the hip (Boom)
b*tch
[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
All red 'Rari, pus*y n*gga, not no Tesla
All red 'Rari got the sauce, it look like ketchup
Big Bs, b*tch, big Blood, I throw the set up
Really from the streets, you lil' n*ggas playin' dress-up
Playin' with them bricks, got them blocks built like Tetris
Sent a couple shots but you f*ck n*ggas ain't get the message
Told you n*ggas Big 14 ain't the one to mess with