DEATH WISH! lyrics

[Producer Tag: grax]
​grax, what the f*ck? (grax, what the f*ck? grax, what the-)

[Intro: redster]
Alright, Kareena, say it

[Watermark: redster & Kareena]
Uh, hi, red!

[Verse 1: Redster]
I don't like chasin' the hoe, but I get to dippin' if it's 'bout the paper (Yeah, yeah)
That n*gga think that he big, put 8 in his back like he play for the Lakers (Brrah!)
Tryna' get muhf*ckin' lit, me and my n*ggas some muhf*ckin' ragers (Some muhf*ckin' ragers)
This chain on my neck from the tundra, I walk with the weight of a glacier (Yeah, let's go!)
When it comes to my muhf*ckin' money, then you know that I get a little impatient (Yeah!)
She throw it back like a beast, but there ain't no beast that lil' redster ain't tamin' (Aye!)
Man, I got a whole lot of shooters
Hatin' on me and you met wit' them Haitians (Boom!)
I run the whole damn' block
Wake up and I put my foot on the pavement
Walkin' him down and I'm kickin' the door
I know some n*ggas that stealin' my flow (b*tch!)
D-M-V n*ggas, how I want some mo' (Yeah!)
I'm gettin' lit, uh-uh, let's go! (Let's go!)
My chopper start singin' like Austin & Ally (Bah!)
Man, I get to work and you n*ggas just dally (Lil' b*tch!)
I know some n*ggas who hate that I'm winnin'
​redster eternal, won't see the finale (Dumb b*tch, dumb hoe!)
[Verse 2: shofu]
Aye, I know some n*ggas that owe me some paper
f*cked around, now your life is in danger
I need my cash in a bag or we knock out his eye
He gon' look like he play for the Raiders (Bah!)
Keep me a beam wit' a scope and I use it
I never been pus*y, it's not in my nature (Nah)
Drop yo' ass in the grave, you was talkin'- (f*ck n*gga!)
Now a dead body yo' neighbor
We puttin' in labor like- (b*tch!)
I'm finna' paint the scenario
​shofu and red finna' kill him like Terrio (Ooh!)
Point his ass out, we like, "There he go"
Shoota's gon' let off a round like a merry-go (Brrah!)
You was talkin' online, what you scary fo'
Hole in his body, he look like a Cherrio (Boom-Boom-Boom!)
We makin' waves like a radio
Don't try to play me though (Nah)
Don't try to play me, hoe (b*tch)
Choppa' like Damian
We finna' shoot like the playoffs (Bah! Bah!)
Keep me a knife and a chainsaw
I'm not a pirate, I keep me a A-R (Brrah!)
We draw the weapon like a crayons
No John Travolta, it's shootin' his face off (b*tch!)
Chasin' a bag, ain't no days off
Ain't savin' a hoe, b*tch I ain't got no cape on (Yeah-Yeah!)
Hol' up (Yuh)
I got these hoes on my di*k, I don't pay no attention (Nah)
I got my mind on a check, if it ain't 'bout no money, the f*ck out my mentions (b*tch)
That b*tch get ignored for a bag, if she hangin' around add her to my collection
Catch him, we stretch him (Bah!)
Shoot him up like a star since his ass got a death wish, uh (Death wish, uh, death wish, uh, death wish, uh, death wish, uh)