Red and Blue lyrics

[Intro]
Aye, yea
Know what the f*ck it is
Talk Money Gang
Jay Critch featuring Vendetta you know what the f*ck is up bro
It don't matter where I go
Big Domi in this b*tch
Aye

[Chorus]
(I'm) Ahead of you, Balenci' the shoes
Red and blue, ducking from red and blues
Come through like a bruise red and blue
I got bloods I got crips get a clue
Hit a stain on the pack of the booth
Give me top in the whip got her legs out the roof
No it ain't no deuce-deuce when we shoot
No we cannot be cool, who is you?

[Jay Critch]
(Aye)
She gon' let me f*ck then she walk it out
I be stacking bucks till I couldn't count
Tryna get the f*ck out my momma house
Then spend some more bucks on my momma house
I heard the ops don't want drama now
They heard we brought some new llamas out
Your b*tch heard we rock designer now
Your b*tch heard we rock designer now
Aye, she all in the condo now
Yea, she swallow now
She give me facetime like we skyping
My pieces hitting like Tyson
That b*tch a vacuum like Dyson
That mean she give me the brain
You know the game never change
You know I stay on the wave
She want that old Critch, nah, I don't hold hands
She want that young Critch, nah, I'm a grown man
n*ggas on they young sh*t they ain't touching no bands
Hit it from the back now she walking like a old man (I'm)
[Chorus]
Ahead of you, Balenci' the shoes
Red and blue, ducking from red and blues
Come through like a bruise red and blue
I got bloods I got crips get a clue
Hit a stain on the pack of the booth
Give me top in the whip got her legs out the roof
No it ain't no deuce-deuce when we shoot
No we cannot be cool, who is you?

[Verse 2]
I f*ck her I'm burning some calories
She talk that sh*t when she mad at me
Off where the thotties be in it at
Four change on me no Olympian
Get that sh*t and then we movin it that's a fact
Tap yo ass up with that ruger clap
Humble n*gga but I'm lookin for stupid racks
All my n*ggas they be with it to take it back
Yeah, aye, hey
She ride like a frixie and she hold my blicky
When shiggy get sticky and that is my b*tch yeah
And she with the sh*ts if you disrespect her
Then I empty clips yeah
I really had activist n*ggas be fronting
My money do back to back to back flips
And I got the racket tense I gotta flip
Her panties leaking dripping out and sh*t
Popped a xannie I might take your sh*t
T and me gang
I seen so many n*ggas that I can't remember
And my diamonds colder than a winter
If you ask about me you would know I'm winning
But I'm always sending probably on a mission
Tryna get the digits money never mention
Money never missing (Aye)
Playing shawty like a game
I ain't with it for the fame
Getting money make it last
Cause a n*gga was ashamed
Shout to home I know the pain
Shout to home I know the pain
n*ggas ain't know the story
That's why i joined a f*cking gang
[Chorus]
(I'm) Ahead of you, Balenci' the shoes
Red and blue, ducking from red and blues
Come through like a bruise red and blue
I got bloods I got crips get a clue
Hit a stain on the pack of the booth
Give me top in the whip got her legs out the roof
No it ain't no deuce-deuce when we shoot
No we cannot be cool, who is you?