Red Beams / Switches

Niggas think this shit just rap) (This real life) Yeah Parties wilding Popping out and serving packs major shit Street be talking and they say He dangerous don't play with him Bro was playing with the pistols as a teen he came equipped And don't play with me I wash my Addys down with quagen bitch I Heard that Nigga jay a mouse I got paranoid asf clutching my gun around the house I had to slide back for my little one but press me I'm popping out Money hungry I'll admit it I just couldn't do without Baby steps she'll come around And the trap shit ain't a hobby We ain't gotta take this shit outside we'll shootout in the lobby We got Perkies and the Molly Had to hold Braelyn back for me cause I know he'll catch the body Counting blue bills Sped the coupe Don't ask for shit F*ck from around me (Mmmmm) This ain't just rap I can handle that Vibing to the beats that me and Paulie made way back RPM racing shit a movie ain't forgetting that Nobody to run to so I just take it to my own and pad Brody diss on Instagram he mad his bitch is fanned out If I catch him lacking imma squeeze it swear it's man down We at war feel like Im drafted If you know you know I had a gun before this rap shit Always tucked won't catch me slip in traffic Plain sight I was sleek with it BlizZard slipped he ain't need it no reaching so I'll keep the stick It's all about getting rich Popped a script to save face Impossible to lose the love I have for her ain't no way Resorted back to selling ecstasy didn't see a better way I know fortune favors bold Niggas I got it my way Got gang members in here you got smoke you getting broad day Bad deeds now I'm getting on I wonder what my mom was thinking when she saw my two tone Felt like some days I was on this long road all alone And I suffered for this Ice on my prongs (For this ice) Parties wilding Popping out and serving packs major shit Street be talking and they say He dangerous don't play with him Bro was playing with the pistols as a teen he came equipped And don't play with me I wash my Addys down with Quagen bitch I Heard that Nigga Jay a mouse I got paranoid asf clutching my gun around the house I had to slide back for my little one but press me I'm popping out Money hungry I'll admit it I just couldn't do without Baby steps she'll come around (And the trap shit ain't a hobby)