Credits
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Drin4x L M
Songwriter:in
Lyrics
Red
Why my cup is so RED?
Paid a band for this juice, N y'all cant
Get to walk down with sticks, We ah band
Slide thru his hood left it RED with my hand
Fucked her so good, she in love with my hand
Niggi caught me with his bitch, he so mad
Staring at that fat ass, knowing your pocket is flat
Bitch stalk all my pages, she ah whole fan
Worried about the wrong niggi, BITCH where yo man?
Cheated on like 5 bitches, now they RED headed
Ion got no main bitch, ion do no stressin
Pull up on em, do it to em, leave them niggas stressin
Leave them niggas duckin
Bitch I'm Drin4x, I gotta keep my weapon
Im a young fly nigga, so they always staring
Bitch, I'm poed outside with the blamer tucked
Bitch, its ah 8th up in this pop, tell me when to stop
He cant hang with us, he a cop
His bitch bad, she get wet, when I talk
Bae what you do doin'
Lets make a movie, fuck a tiktok
I beat it up, niggi just look how she walkin
762s for a loud ass talkin' nigga
Ion know what the fuck it is, but I cant stop robbin'
Flip for the bow n glocky, bitch I'm in another closet
We keep them poles like Iraq, blowin' 50s out em
This lil bitch classy, dress like she Mary Poppin
Don't give a fuck, she up the pole up on anybody
Don't want that bitch, she a bop, suckin everybody
Fuck that Bitch, let her go, she on everybody
You could send that bitch out like a crash dummy
Since a youngin i've been taught to go get some money
We ride with chops, if he talk tuff we gon put it on him
You niggas bums, how is y'all broke? You can't put it on you
Yo bitch see me, she like K3 can I put it on you?
Pull down my mask, hit the fence, I'm finna do a skit
We was young Niggas riding around taking guns off hips
I ain't never needed No Hoster cause I carry my Blick, you niggas bitches, we see you out we gon
And we aint never shooting for fun, shoot til the gun click
How many times I gotta tell these niggas I aint beefing
Got the chops em' them leaking
Ride with two Kays in a two seater
niggas know this micro Draco, he ain't playing with niggas
Jrtoookold with me, He keep a heater
Past the ball I ain't seen no bleachers
How you gon try to tell me and never did it I don't need no teacher
You was a bitch in high school, how you change your demeanor?
I hit the bitch, blocked the bitch and I didn't even mean it
My bros fly, got chip on us and we ride with Ninas
She text me tryna fuck me I ain't take your place
She already told me how you a bum and you last place
If it ain't no mask then I can't go I can't catch no cases
If them niggas really want them bows, We can send em' thru Texas
Nigga a goofy he try to slide we swish cheese the Lexus
My cup white my pop RED it look like it's Christmas
Writer(s): Drin4x M
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