Red Down

One thing I cant stand is a messy ass hoe
Always running her damn mouth
Always telling folks what she know
Shut the fuck up bitch
Cause you really sound retarded
Got folks outside finna fight
Over some shit that you done started
See that's why I don't fuck with these bitches
And none of the niggas
Cause they messy too
These niggas be lying
For the ops they be spying
And they be denying
The shit that be true
And these hoes ain't one hundred
They flip floppy too
Start up some shit
And then blame it on you
Start up some rumors
That ain't even true
Now you hearing shit about you
That you ain't even do
Like "yes girl she said don't show nobody
But I'm finna let you see"
But if she said nobody
Then why the fuck you showing me
You hoes ain't finna hang with me
Tuh look I gotta go
And I ain't got time for none of y'all hoes
Cause all of y'all petty miserable and broke
Look drop top be the coupe
Look shit on niggas like poop
I be strapped up like a troop
Running solo, fuck the group

If you ain't the gang then you die with the opposite
Niggas can't think for themselves they incompetent
I'm here to stop this shit, watch niggas copy this
I cannot operate in all the sloppiness
And I ain't stopping until all of my bitches we're riding in beamers
And I said I could do it but nobody ever believed us
We headed away so you know they call us the leaders
And these niggas, they copy cause they know they wanna be us

Red down I be dressing red down
Put my beamer in reverse
Just to turn that bitch around
Red down I be dressing red down
Put my beamer in reverse
Just to turn that bitch around

Look beamers, whips, chains walla
I need all the fucking walla
Look beamers, whips, chains walla
I need all the fucking walla

Red bottoms when I step
Messy shit that's all she text
All her calls they get reject
All that lying gone get you checked
Chains on me heavy just look how it glistens
Engine so loud it'll make a nigga listen
Ian signing shit, ion fuck with petitions
Had to run it up, had yo change my condition
How you gone talk shit from the phone that I bought you
Tryna cover shit up but we already caught you
And that supreme headband must be glued to your head
Cause we ain't never seen you in a picture without it
Is his phone on yet? uh I doubt it
Ain't pulled up or did shit else about it
Tried to say she don't fuck with me or music either
But you was clapping for me like you had gonorrhea
Bitch

Red down I be dressing red down
Put my beamer in reverse
Just to turn that bitch around
Red down I be dressing red down
Put my beamer in reverse
Just to turn that bitch around

Look beamers, whips, chains walla
I need all the fucking walla
Look beamers, whips, chains walla
I need all the fucking walla