Paint The Town Red lyrics

[Intro]
(It's Balik)
Yeah
Young Jefe, holmes
Oh

[Chorus]
Standin' on the block, on my head
My wish was, to get rich
I got big homies, but they dead
I got long money, stack that bread
b*tch we run the town, heard what I said
I'll take down, paint it red
Bad b*tches on, they gimme head
Free my rich n*ggas, out the feds
When he get lonely, he wanna have a good night
She say, "Shawty, what that bag look like?"
She like to party, but he gon' get her mind right
Got on my Cartis, I'm tryna duck the limelight

[Verse]
Ever since I was a youngin', I seen you pus*y n*ggas hatin'
I'ma put on my youngins, and I'ma be proud to see 'em make it
A n*gga ain't give me sh*t, nah, now y'all gon' see me take it
When I whipped out that stick, man you shoulda seen their faces
My b*tch so bad, dawg, you should see her ass, dawg
Her bag cost fifteen thousand, come on and check the tags, dawg
Runnin' from mad dogs, told my n*gga, don't get bagged, dawg
Just blew a quarter-mil, yeah, thats what that new G Wag cost
Need me a b*tch gon' ride with me, need a b*tch gon' vibe with me
Nah, them n*ggas ain't none of my friends, they ain't gon' slide with me
How the f*ck you call yourself a Glizzy? n*ggas ain't even tied with me
b*tch, I seen your DM, I'm busy, now she wanna go Live with me
Dime piece to tame me, yeah, side piece amazin'
She got this di*k, she say "I see now why your b*tch so crazy"
She told me I'm number one, Tracy McGrady
I'm havin' fun and you got none, these n*ggas hate me
Brenda got a baby and Jefe got a brick
These ain't no .380s, shawty, this extended clip
See, this ain't no regular pistol, it came with a kit
Had a b*tch out way in Europe, that b*tch was a trip
Gave that b*tch my digits, but I know she want a ticket
Hit it, then I quit it, say, I hit it, then I quit it
Brick for a feature, yeah, I take it, then I whip it
Stock it, then I flip it, yeah we vacuum, then we seal it
Southeast savage, b*tch, I ain't average
Came up out that gutter, now the n*gga livin' lavish
Shoppin' sprees in Paris, b*tch, I'm mad rich
Rep that Glizzy Gang, b*tch, I got more guns than a terrorist
[Chorus]
Standin' on the block, on my head
My wish was, to get rich
I got big homies, but they dead
I got long money, stack that bread
b*tch we run the town, heard what I said
I'll take down, paint it red
Bad b*tches on, they gimme head
Free my rich n*ggas, out the feds
When he get lonely, he wanna have a good night
She say, "Shawty, what that bag look like?"
She like to party, but he gon' get her mind right
Got on my Cartis, I'm tryna duck the limelight