Red Down lyrics

[Verse 1: Killumantii]
One thing I can't stand is a messy ass hoe
Always runnin' her damn mouth
Always tellin' folks what she know
Shut the f*ck up b*tch
'Cause you really sound retarded
Got folks outside finna fight
Over some sh*t that you done started
See, that's why I don't f*ck with these b*tches
And none of these n*ggas 'cause they messy too
These n*ggas be lyin', for the opps they be spyin
And they be denying the sh*t that be true
And these hoes ain't one hundred
They flip floppy too
Started some sh*t and they blame it on you
Start up some rumors that ain't even true
Now you hearin' sh*t about you that you don't even do
Like 'Yes girl she said don't show nobody, but I'm finna let you see'
But if she said nobody, then why the f*ck you showin' me?
Y'all hoes ain't finna hang with me, tuh
Look, I gotta go
And I ain't got time for none of y'all hoes
'Cause all y'all petty, miserable, and broke

[Hook : Killumantii]
Look, drop top be the coupe
Look, sh*t on n*ggas like poop
I be strapped up like a troop
Runnin' solo, f*ck a group
If you ain't the gang then you down with the opposites
n*ggas can't think for themselves they incompetent
I'm here to stop the sh*t, watch n*ggas copy this
I cannot operate in all the sloppiness
Ah (Ah) (x2)
And I ain't stoppin' 'till all of my b*tches, we ridin' in Beamers
And I said I could do it but nobody ever believed us
We ahead of the wave so you know that they call us the leaders
And these n*ggas they copy cats, they know they wanna be us
[Chorus : Killumantii]
Red down, I be dressin', red down
Put my Beamer in reverse
Just to turn that b*tch around (x2)
Look, Beamers, whips, chains, walla
I need all the f*ckin' walla (x2)

[Verse 2 : Killumantii]
Red bottoms when I step
Messy sh*t that's all she text
All her calls they get reject
All that lyin' gon' get you checked
Chains on me heavy
Just look how it glisten
Engine so loud it'll make a n*gga listen
They signing sh*t, I don't f*ck with petitions
Had to change it up had to change my condition
How you gone talk sh*t from the phone I bought you?
Tryna cover sh*t up, but we already caught you
And that Supreme headband must be glued to your head
'Cause we ain't ever seen you in a picture without it
Is her phone on yet? Uh, I doubt it
I ain't pulled up or did sh*t else about it
Tried to say she don't f*ck with me, or my music either
But you was clappin' for me like you had gonorrhea
[Chorus : Killumantii]
Red down, I be dressin', red down
Put my Beamer in reverse
Just to turn that b*tch around (x2)
Look, Beamers, whips, chains, walla
I need all the f*ckin' walla (x2)
Ah (Ah) (x2)

[Outro]
b*tch now why the f*ck you do that
Y'all blessed, boy you saucy