Red dot lyrics

[Intro: Cosantana]
Uh, too many b*tches be too hard to count (Oh)
Lights out (Oh)
Too hard to count
Lights out (Oh)
(Be smokin'—)
Lights out (Oh)
Count, bust it down

[Chorus: Cosantana]
Red dot on my gun, I can't chase him, yeah (Ha, chase him)
Please don't f*ck around, we give out facelifts (Ha)
We don't hide for sh*t, we gon' face him (Fire)
Fast cars, uh, we not racing (Ha)
Yeah, he pull out lead then we erasin' (We erase)
b*tch, I got my gun, just in case, uh (Just in case)
I pull out them racks then she gon' bust down (Bust down)
Interception, Jay took it back to six, we got a touchdown (Ha)
You better calm down, ayy

[Verse 1: Cosantana]
Doubled up my cup, it make me calm down (Make me calm down)
b*tch, I walk on sh*t, but I still run down (I still run down)
This sh*t payin' off, you gonna bе somthin' now (Gonna be somthin')
You gonna be somthin' now (Gonna be somthin')
Shе wanna do somthin' now (Do some' now)
Y'all wanna have fun, uh (Fun)
Been gettin' sh*t done now
Lookin' around, where the opps at? (Ha)
PTSD when I see them blue lights or them cops
Told my lil' bro, I'ma get him some Jag's, he like, "f*ck that n*gga, where the Chop's at?" (Ha)
[Bridge: Cosantana]
Nah, nah (Ha, nah, nah)
Nah, nah (Ha)
Nah, nah (Ha)
Nah, nah (Ha)
Nah, nah

[Verse 2: Iayze]
(Scrrt)
Red dot on that Drac', it's gon' chase him (Chase him)
She gon' give me brain, give her a facelift (Give a facelift)
We don't hide for sh*t, uh, bullets taze 'em (Bullets taze 'em)
Nazcars, bronem race them (Them)
I'm finna go pour me an eight (Eight)
I know these b*tches be easy replace ('Place)
He better calm down, bullets take him (Down)
Slow it down, right to the crib then sl*t her down (Down)
Brand new b*tch, sl*t her down (Down)
Too many b*tches, so hard to count (Hard to count)

[Chorus: Cosantana & both]
Red dot on my gun, I can't chase him, yeah (Him)
Please don't f*ck around, we give out facelifts (Ha)
We don't hide for sh*t, we gon' face him (Fire)
Fast cars, uh, we're not racing (Ha)
Yeah, he pull out lead then we erasin'
b*tch, I got my gun, just in case, uh
I pull out them racks then she gon' bust down
Interception, Jay took it back to six, we got a touchdown (Ha, ha)
You better calm down
[Outro: Iayze & Cosantana]
I ain't had a Xan in a minute, I calmed down (Ha)
Knew he was gon' run down (Ha)
Too many b*tches, sl*t 'em out
Too many b*tches, it too hard to count ('ount)