Red Paint lyrics

by

C.M.L.


[INTRO]
Oh yeah, man. f*ck dem n*ggas blood
You know what I′m on n*gga, dead homies
We'll smoke you over the homies, n*gga
f*ck you thinkin, n*gga
I said Trip, load up them choppas, n*gga
I'll smoke ya patna, n*gga
Ain′t no need for no doctor, n*gga
I'm on him like a helicopter, n*gga

[VERSE]
I'm trippin' over Bris
Betta blow ya b*tch a kiss
Ya I′ll kill ya over that motha-f*ckin diss, n*gga
Ten milli I′ll feel him
When I catch him, Ima spill him
I don′t give two motha-f*ckin sh*ts, n*gga
I'm on my sh*t like a fly
We shoot suckas till they die
b*tch I′m from the south side, it's da click, n*gga
Dread locks, head shots, find him with the red dot
f*ck the opps, everybody gettin hit, n*gga
I′m in love wit my mag, you in love with a fag
f*ck around with the Hank and get dragged, n*gga
Run up on him close range
Bullets rippin' through his brain
f*ck еverything you claim, yeah it's sad, n*gga
I just blew up likе a bomb
Tell yo homie be calm
Yeah I used to f*ck your Mom, I'm your dad n*gga
Rich n*gga but I′m wild
I take shots at the crowd
Yeah this chop thang loud, that′s a fact n*gga
Black hoodie, Black Glock
Fold him like a laptop
Run up let the Mac pop
Bullets hit his ragtop
n*gga stop playin' fore I home invade your stash spot
Rich ass n*gga talkin sh*t
I got cash nah
Shining like i'm posed to be
Your b*tch wanna get close to me
Ain't nobody over me
The benz look like potpourri
Talkin like you crazy
Ya I'll pull up and I′ll smoke a knee
I don't wear no motha-f*ckin mask
You n*ggas know it′s me
White b*tch super thick
Haters on some stupid sh*t
Been had a big bank roll, I ain't new to this
Dancin' like I′m crazy
But them crackers say this foolishness
My dread locks wild
Come in foul, we be shootin' sh*t
Stompin in these black j's
Modified black k's
Betta say your motha-f*ckin prayers these your last days
Rich n*ggas doin drive-bys in the Black Range
Your house so small, It reminded of my half space
I′m Dopa than amphetamines
n*ggas betta quit testin me
Comin at the hank correct
That′s what you n*ggas better be
The hand sign I'm throwin up it look just like the letter B
Im trippin' on the opps until they take my last breath from me
Killin till the death of me
Rich n*gga thuggin'
I′ll shut you yo pus*y ass down with all that fussin
Caught him on the side street
Shot him and his cousin
We be giving all headshots like it's nothin'
Banked up for life
Shake a sucka like dice
Half a million worth of ice
I′ll knock out your life
Stop playin with these killas
Before I come and take your life
I'm the freshest n*gga livin'
All these haters do is bite
Turn left, turn right
Skeet skirt, outta sight
Rich boy got cheese
But I don't f*ck around with mice
She in love with a pimp
I'm in her head like lice
White b*tch, white Benz
Lookin' like a grain a rice
I'm in love with killin' opps
I can′t sleep without my chops
f*ck these n*ggas, they be cops
b*tch I love gettin' guap
Headshots body drops
Skirt before he drop
I was wit your baby mama
She was blowin' off my socks (n*gga)
I'm fresher than a peppermint
Got painted like the president
Bigger than the elephant
Your b*tch know that I'm heaven sent
Everybody hate on Lavish D cuz they irrelevant
She begging for my di*k
But she keep telling me she celibate
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