Red Dot pt5 (feat. yvng ron)

Rollie on the left, AP on the right Lil shorty give me neck

**** its part 5, me and ron aint done yet **** speak' up my name, I told them ****

Get a check I'm a real money maker, a real money mover

**** talkin' on my name, and, we gon' turn him to Medusa

Put the snakes on his head, made it look like some noodles

19x had failed so I gotta use the ruger I've been movin' all this pape, I've been

Stealin' all your bitches **** see me every time I lay his body in

The ditch 223 hit a **** up, make that

**** flip I'ma give him a present, wrap him up like

A gift

Huh, yop, yop, she said ron, you fly I just want the top, and that's it, got no

Time Smooth with the way, I be spittin' all these

Rhymes I can't trust on that thotty, only money

On my mind Talkin' on the net, den yo honey gon be mine

I be runnin' up the steps, you be standin

Behind the line I cant trust you, baby, I ain't sza, I

Ain't blind yo shawty a 10, but I aint know how to trick

A dime She gave me all the papers, I ain't even try

To sign Yeah, we countin' paper, never stoppin

With the grind Yeah, this boy is fake, I can see it with

My eyes Talkin' like a snake, and that drac, gon get

You fried

Ayy talkin' like a rat, and then drac gon hit your head

That **** need a degree, how he takin' all his meds

I been heat up all summer, I think I need a fan

You keep dissin' on my family, we gon' send you where they stand

Yeah, I know where I came from, I know where I grew up

Hit em with a left and a right, that **** tore up

I been drippin' all summer tell these **** to get they hopes up

I been feelin' all these bitches back-to-back, I think they wanna fuck

I think they wanna fuck

These bitches keep starin' at me, I guess they outta luck

You keep talkin' on my mama, you better keep that glizzy tucked

I got a bad Carmel, bitch, and I just slap it on her bunz

Shawty is a blessing, she give me everything

And like a teacher, Shawty is a lesson

I been makin' all this money so my shawty stop stressin

You can type on the net, but your girl was in my message

And I be lookin', lurkin

Shawty is Petite, I beat her body, now she hurtin

Her man said, Jay, you a bitch, and now I'm purgin

My BSF is your bitch, huh, I got her flirtin

Red dot, red dot, P5

We got torches, for them boys, speakin' on live

Wasn't even your bitch, but you supposed to be pickin' sides

Before a boy get away with dissin' me, I'ma die

ODS be cookin' homie

Somebody get that slut, why she tryna put it on me

Talkin' like it tough, if you really hood, then show me

If you gonna rap, then the whole city might put bullets on you

He aint gotta strap its just like he fooling dont he

She sitting on my lap yeah we just coolin tell me

You better get around with that

I don't know you, you don't know me huh

I don't know you huh and you don't know me

Red dot, P5