RED BEAMS

Rock out, F*ck it rock out Red beams, whole lot of glocks out Labels calling oh they think I'm hot now We can't pop out cause we know the cops out Rock out, F*ck it rock out Red beams, whole lot of glocks out Labels calling oh they think I'm hot now We can't pop out cause we know the cops out Better off dead Keep one in the head We ain't sipping green n**** We only sip red You be talking fed n**** I heard what you said Don't be calling up my phone if it ain't 'bout some fucking bread Rockstar n**** rock out with my fucking dreads Pop star bitch she close her mouth & open legs I been passed you n***** I'm like ten steps way ahead I ain't stressing over bitches And I put that on my deads Forever pimping, never simping She see how I'm living said I'm acting different Now she want some distance and she think that I might miss it but No, bitch I don't miss you No I can't kiss you Just suck me up 'til it tickle Everything I do major, so you cannot call me little I'm in the field like a fucking official Boy pick a side 'fore you die in the middle I say the word and them boys gon' get you Mike Vick I get my dog to go sick you Yeah, you know they gon' blitz too We get high like it's no issue She sucking dick like the rent due Seen me outside and she told me I miss you I just looked at her like what's new Tell me what you want to do She said I'm coming to you I said OK, bring your friend too She know I like 'em in two's I just can't choose, just like future N**** I just can't lose I'm in love with benji blue's Pink fifties I like 'em too Ran it up with no excuse N***** hating I'm amused Rock out, F*ck it rock out Red beams, whole lot of glocks out Labels calling oh they think I'm hot now We can't pop out cause we know the cops out Rock out, F*ck it rock out Red beams, whole lot of glocks out Labels calling oh they think I'm hot now We can't pop out cause we know the cops out