Red Flag lyrics

[Intro]
(My n*gga Gio on this beat, though)

[Chorus: Young Slo-Be]
Red flag, lot of Blood sh*t goin' on
Free my Crip, take no pictures, baby, hold your phone
Chopper spittin', you hear that shh, yeah, that n*gga gone
Well, brodie tryna join the team, I'm finna bring him home
Lash gang, Nightingale, this sh*t in my soul
Bullet holes where his heart should be
They outside, bend the block once and park the Jeep
The plug ready, it's a hit, he got tons of P's

[Verse 1: Young Slo-Be]
Got opp pack zaza, love my weed
PTSD, my thirty close by
You ain't a stepper, you out here shootin' with closed eyes
Gave you pole, you left it homе, when you finna slide?
My drum look like boxing glovеs, who you finna fight?
n*gga, I still'll get jiggy
I love guns, I can't wait to c*ck this ten milly
The little b*tch want me and bro, we goin' fifty-fifty
Keep a blicky in the bity, I can't let 'em get me
Nah, can't let 'em take me out
Boys blurped me with the slam, I had to throw it out
Speakin' to the b*tch like a b*tch, n*gga, close your mouth
[Chorus: Young Slo-Be]
Red flag, lot of Blood sh*t goin' on
Free my Crip, take no pictures, baby, hold your phone
Chopper spittin', you hear that shh, yeah, that n*gga gone
Well, brodie tryna join the team, I'm finna bring him home
Lash gang, Nightingale, this sh*t in my soul
Bullet holes where his heart should be
They outside, bend the block once and park the Jeep
The plug ready, it's a hit, he got tons of P's

[Verse 2: EBK Jaaybo]
Red flag, n*gga, then we lash for P's
Everybody get it, think my last plug was Japanese
n*gga, pass the toolie, n*gga, 'cause you ain't finna squeeze
b*tch, I'm a god, we take lives, so you should get on your knees
Boys on us, you know they want us to freeze
Do the dash, I'm like, "n*gga, please"
b*tch know I'm in the hood, it's gon' cost her a fee
Ayy, ayy, I want big racks
Call Wes like, "Cuddy, where the licks at?"
Four-ohs, ten millis, yeah, they missin' us
n*gga, I most definitely ain't with the chit-chat
Red flag, lot of Blood sh*t goin' on
7th Street, Nightingale, they know what block we on
Do twenty-one seconds and catch a body, then you really on
Don't mean to have a flashback, we got that n*gga gone
I ain't a Saint, but you know we play for the dome
[Chorus: Young Slo-Be]
Red flag, lot of Blood sh*t goin' on
Free my Crip, take no pictures, baby, hold your phone
Chopper spittin', you hear that shh, yeah, that n*gga gone
Well, brodie tryna join the team, I'm finna bring him home
Lash gang, Nightingale, this sh*t in my soul
Bullet holes where his heart should be
They outside, bend the block once and park the Jeep
The plug ready, it's a hit, he got tons of P's