Code Red lyrics

[Intro: Juice WRLD]
(Southside on the track, yeah!)
Smoking Cookie Crisp
Huh, stupid b*tch
Uh, uh
Phew, uh!

[Verse 1: Juice WRLD]
Let my girlfriend hold the strap, n*gga no dyke
Doing drive-bys at night, n*gga no lights
Hating on me? f*ck n*gga got no life
Grew up with n*ggas that's locked up for life
Slow down on the Perc's something don't feel right
Hi-Tech red, that sh*t slime real right
I freestyle the sh*t they will write
He on the corner, stop at the red light
Talking drunk, n*gga no Bud Light
He on the Gram, flexing with fake ice
I'ma keep going, no time for a hook (No time for a hook)
They stealing the drip, no time for a crook (No time for a crook)
Yo' b*tch get picked up, then I get licked up
We in the Fisker moving to Cali, LA or Vista
She want a mister, I want her sister, sh*t real crazy
Someone come roll backwoods, I'll pay
Someone talk down on my name, I'll slay
I'ma test out my new gun like, yeah
Spent two bands, gave my b*tch red hair
Pull up on a f*ck n*gga, he right there
He location shared
On the way with sticks right now, we ain't never cared (Never cared)
[Interlude: Juice WRLD]
Uh, huh

[Chorus: Juice WRLD]
Ah (Ah), ah (Ah)
She look at me like I'm a young god
Yeah, Allah, thank God
Gave me the talent, now a n*gga go hard
We in yo' yard, you ain't here
Then we in your bro yard, make it clear
Boolin' in front lawn, we know you here (Ayy, ayy, ayy!)
Turn your coat red, uh, Paul Revere

[Verse 2: Amaru Son]
I really don't get why you n*ggas get mad
I really don't understand why n*ggas sad
I'm flexing on you bozos
They over here, treating me like I'm their dad
Ain't worry 'bout things that I never did
They focus on things that I never had
I can't believe this sh*t right here
I'm calling out bullsh*t, like red flags
(So please don't tick me off!)
I think I might slow it down for y'all
These f*ck n*ggas need some Adderall
The girl dripping here, Niagara Falls
She didn't know she was choosing natural
Woah there, pardon me
There is nothing left to see
Yeah, no, go to sleep
Before it's too late, now rest in peace
I'm turning these n*ggas to stone
Like I'm Medusa, uh
f*ck n*gga watching maneuver
Over here creeping, I think I'm Sly Cooper, uh
Been tripping, them n*ggas wishy-washy
And my time cost Frank Muller, uh
You 'bout to make another scene
Pouring out the beam, aiming your Medula, yeah, ah
[Chorus: Juice WRLD & Amaru Son & Both]
Ah (Oh, woah), ah (Oh, woah, oh, oh)
She look at me like I'm a young god (God!)
Yeah, Allah (Allah), thank God (Thank God!)
Gave me the talent, now a n*gga go hard (Gave me the talent, now a n*gga go hard)
We in yo' yard (Yard), you ain't here (Here)
Then we in your bro yard (Yard), make it clear (Clear)
Boolin' in front lawn (Lawn), we know you here (Ayy, ayy, ayy!)
Turn your coat red, uh, Paul Revere

[Verse 3: Juice WRLD]
Run up the money and run out of fears
Codeine cups, we having cheers
What's her name? All on my phone
I haven't talked to this b*tch in some years
Yeah, they all run back, when the money coming in
They want Givenchy the way that I got it
n*gga, how much are you willing to spend? Yeah

[Interlude: Juice WRLD]
Uh huh, uh huh
Uh huh, uh huh
Uh huh, uh huh
Uh huh, uh huh

[Verse 4: Amaru Son]
Yeah, I caught this n*gga lacking
I hit him for his bag
His girlfriend asking me what happened
I told 'em, stop the capping, yeah (Yeah)
And you know what I'm saying, I told you lil' n*ggas
Stop playing with me, better do what I say so
And ain't this a problem, my shooters be gunning them down
I'm treating his ass like a payroll
Oh, woah!
He can't slide with me
I'm not no eskimo
And he begging on his knees
For the plea
But he ain't sing the right key
Have we just got his ass to unfold? Woah, oh!
[Outro: Juice WRLD]
Oh! Oh!
I'ma let it breathe, breathe
Let it die slow
I'm your greatest enemy
Eazy-E
f*ck the police