ALL WE SEE IZ RED! (feat. Yung Sidy)

Straight out of Georgia Tech get right Ah Waking you up like a rooster Beating these niggas, producer Taurus no bull it will shoot you Ah Still breathing but I need him dead He a snake now look at him shed Can't see anything but red Ah ah ah ok Caught me a body got blood on my face I'm leaving no evidence can't be a case She fucking with Jumbo cause that nigga based Do it with ease, minimum effort Applying the heat might think it's a desert Stepping on bussas you hearing the crunch We talking about kills well I got me a bunch You playing with fire can't extinguish what I been through You ain't no real soldier you won't shoot them when I send you Watch how he turn pussy and this what y'all call a man? They told us to quit it but me and Sidy back again Yeah Vibing don't settle, we hold up the peace You know my brothers gone eat Got this thirty-eight hop out your seat I like painting with red how you bleed, real spilling The pressure my neck its my necklace I broke out the box and the section I'm serving up packs at the Westin The bussa and I got a deathwish The Rari three hundred we flexing I'm waking up Wesson beside me The bitch she undressing Jacuzzi outside how we keeping the temperature seventy We toying up stories I let my bro hit it like she got a friend in me I got some enemies I got some people that might see the end of me That's why I'm keeping my strap up, my centerpiece Been in this shit too long I can't tell you right from wrong I hit it and slide in Broke as hell when we came in the five Now I've been eating, I'm feeling alive I'm cooking up you know the pressure inside They give up on shit that they still never tried Keep a fire in my whip in case they try to Run up Business my moves so my money gone run up I do not stop I keep going until sun up Out with the bussas, you know we gone gang up Gun up F*ck up Get your ass done up Want me to fail oh please Pose for a pic say cheese Wish you could be this clean F*ck being nice I'm mean Tired of these niggas and little old hoes taking my kindness for a weakness Float on these beats it's getting too easy I'm about to go hop in the deep end I'll never get old or stale I drop and I'm breaking the scales I open my eyes see nothing but red so I guess I'm going to hell