Red Red (feat. Ef Ay, Mack OC & Stix)

I was smoking outside, fit redder than my eyes Whoa, better move aside Damn, better look alive Damn, better I decide Wrote a letter in my ride Blue's cool, but I better slide I was stepping in the tide looking like a blood moon Representing my side, hooking like a harpoon I feel better at night, know you're feeling that fine I'm a heady type of bite, like it's I was zipping all night with my brothers Red eye like I hit a long flight with my brothers Stay silent while I rip a long stream through the shutters, said Pilot might've hid the whole team undercover I've got Color preferences Upper references What the difference is? I'm never dipping on sis It's why I pull up in this It's what my element is I'm feeling fine like Pour it up Pour it up Look at us Pour it up Pour it up Now you're fucked up Pour it up Pour it up Look at us Pour it up Pour it up Now you're fucked up Hot sauce, how a nigga drippin Sorry if I zoned out, I was probably sippin F*ck da AirBnB, I was in the Hilton Feel like London Tipton, hop in foreign, tip it I was overseas tryna score in Ti-bet Ooo I mean Tibet Ooo I ain't finished yet Aiming for da neck, ooo, make em hit da deck I ain't never been a fool, I got intellect Strawberry in banana I got Antisocial on tie-dyed All these niggas dat I'm steppin on, they gumbas Put em in a wrapper like a moon pie Skrrt past in a Rolls, Imma zoom by On my wrist electric gold doin da Zumba Said you ain't even happy need a new life (new life) Need a new life, uhh Whole team up on my back so they just got to blitz you The accolades ain't come in yet but that's just not the issue Your guys ain't even got no stripes and y'all just bought the whistle So y'all is not official Got praises pouring out my mouth like an apostle preacher Told my girl to drop the crystals Cause told her I ain't Told her i ain't feeling that The floor below my bottoms lowest days is where y'all ceiling at I can't eat where all your partners eat cause ain't no mill in that I feel a track paper mad soggy how I bleed the pen There's guys that ain't apologize before that want to see amends Never met before but both is broke, he might just be your mans They want the pretty grave instead of gates, it might just be a trend He 35, never growing old, call him Peter Pan Second place always wearing 2, Derek Jeter fan Pleading with a scout Always leaving him out Hope your running be the same with all that speed in your mouth Stealing style but that ain't none but some cheese to a mouse You broke boys in love with anything but being in the house I be steady on the go, and i be steady on the grind But this ain't Kool-Aid lil momma, this some Pour it up Pour it up Look at us Pour it up Pour it up Now you're fucked up Pour it up Pour it up Look at us Pour it up Pour it up Now you're fucked up