Red Dot lyrics

[Intro]
On that one take
You know it's like one take

[Verse 1]
That .38 come wit' a dot
If I reach for that can then you know I'm gon' pop
DE send yo' ass to the doc'
I be sippin' on Wok' wit' that sack in my sock
Crack like a lock, we got gas like a lot
I be flippin' them packs, pick up wraps
They at posh foe nem step on the gas
On our ass, it's the cops, and we cannot pull over 'cause we all got Glocks
Them shots hit yo' function they runnin' out
Need a strap at least one if I'm comin' out
I need gas I need something to calm me down
Hit it on tour tell yo' whore to stop callin' now
They thought I was flexin', I'm ballin' now
I get cards and my checks they all comin' now
My n*ggas want smoke ain't no talkin' out
I tell my foe be like Debo and stall 'em out
They be like foe what the f*ck is you talkin' 'bout?
Ain't no mercy for pussies we mark 'em out
A n*gga on deck then I'm sharkin' out
I pull that larkin' yo' organs start fallin' out
[Bridge]
Said a n*gga want smoke, what he talkin' 'bout?
Said a n*gga want smoke, what he talkin' 'bout?
Said a n*gga want smoke, what he talkin' 'bout?
Said a n*gga want smoke, f*ck he's talkin' 'bout?

[Verse 2]
Ayy, I'm runnin' around wit' that 'K
On yo' block sweepin' sh*t up like a rake
We shoot a opp in the face
Wait 'til his funeral shoot up the wake, ayy
Bullets always penetrate
So, when that n*gga died he took that to the grave, b*tch
I gotta go I can't stay, it's way too much to do, don't got time of the day
Them n*ggas be plottin', they talkin' 'bout wackin' me
I'm finna pull up no gravity
I was in her mouth like a cavity
I don't want date just the face so, she mad at me
Your b*tch tryna catch me like tackling, but I just step back, blow like a tragedy
Why all this violence keep happening?
That's 'cause these n*ggas who keep coming after me
Put that b*tch on the corner it's trafficking
Catch me in traffic a wood in my company
That gun wit' me too when it come wit' me
If you try takin' me, that mean you come wit' me
Can't hang wit' me, my n*ggas stunt wit' me
You can't bang on me, pus*y can't front on me
These n*ggas act gangsta and sh*t, but the real ones is dead, I make you what you wanna be
Killing anything you put in front of me
Her pus*y drippin', that sh*t it was funneling
He droppin' the ball like he fumbling
Diamonds is black and yellow like a bumblebee