RED! lyrics

[Intro]
"AV with that drip hoe"
"It ain't vvs, it's qss"

[Verse 1]
My n*ggas carry them sticks yeah I got a choppa and I'm finna bust
You ain't even sippin no wock lil n*gga yeah you ain't even sippin no mud
Yeah, that n*gga said that he cool with the gang but that n*gga know he not blood
And I'm in that brand new coupe ridin around lil n*gga and that b*tch really came in clutch
Yeah, okay, I be stacking my chips like Frito-Lay
I be packin that sh*t finna blow you away
If you ain't talkin money then get out my face
I be smokin on good gas yo sh*t laced
Finna put that lil f*ck n*gga, in his place
Finna up that drac better get out my way
Suckin di*k for a feature ya'll n*ggas so gay

[Verse 2]
Wait, switch the flow up
Lil kid ass n*ggas yeah ya'll need to grow up
Everytime I see yo b*tch I throw up
Just like Chief Keef n*gga yeah I'm finna glow up
You n*ggas don't got racks stop cappin
And I'm so high n*gga feel like I'm Aladdin
You n*ggas ain't on the sh*t you be rappin
Got a big ass Glock on me I'm packin
Packin, I just be spitting that fye like a dragon
And the Glock gon stutter just like that b*tch laggin
I been gettin in racks yeah I'm bringin that bag in
You n*ggas gay, you just some-
Thought I was finna say f*ggot
I'm on that hood sh*t you can't imagine
Shout out my n*gga AV he be spazzin
[Verse 3]
My n*ggas carry them sticks we finna pull up with a strap and then fill em with lead
And that n*gga talkin that sh*t online so we finna pull up and then leave him, dead
Finna fill that boy with some 556 and I put them lil bullets right up in his head
You n*ggas say that you gettin that bag but you n*ggas don't really get no bread
n*gga left his crib real quick and then walked into me f*ckin his hoe all in his bed
Yeah I be so high off of the percs lil n*gga I'm so high off of them meds
I'm so high off of the gas lil n*gga you look in my eyes all you seein is red
Ran up on his whole crew with the Glock n*gga and I, nuff said