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killa renz - red flag motion كلمات أغنية

[intro]
(808 snipez, let’s get it!)
ayy, y’all know how the f_ck we rockin’, man
7 block, burley boyz
we step on sh_t, no passes, n_gga

[chorus]
move wrong, that’s a red flag—ain’t no pass when we double back (b_tch, we spin!)
bl!ck tuck, mask tight, hop out, make that cutter clap (grrt, bah!)
talkin’ hot but hidin’ out? boy, you just a f_ckin’ rat (snitch_ass!)
if we catch that p_ssy lackin’, doa, don’t need no stat (dead!)
n_ggas scared, they dissin’ from a phone, we don’t do that (f_ck that talk!)
i can’t trust a soul, that’s why this glock sit where my belt at (on my hip!)
shorty tried to line me, now her lil’ brother where the shelves at (he dead!)
ain’t no warnings, spin his block, that p_ssy took his last breath (bah, bah, bah!)

[verse 1]
walk him down, get up close, watch his body twist (grrt, grrt)
40 sh_lls hit his ribs, he ain’t movin’, b_tch (he ain’t movin’)
n_ggas mad ‘cause i’m up now, but i ain’t have sh_t (broke as f_ck!)
said he real but signed a statement? that’s some rat sh_t (tellin’ ass!)
f_ck his gang, f_ck his block, we gon’ stretch that (stretch him!)
too much talkin’ on the net, he ain’t get back (what?)
if i pop out with them demons, it’s a death trap (ayy, it’s up!)
try to run, hollow tips ate his chest fast (boom, boom!)
b_tch, i’m posted with them k!llers, you can’t slide here (h_ll nah!)
catch a goofy out of bounds? he gon’ die here (b_tch, it’s up!)
we got switches, we got glocks, f_ck a fair fight (f_ck a fight!)
n_ggas duckin’, heard them shots, they was scared, right? (p_ssy!)
[chorus]
move wrong, that’s a red flag—ain’t no pass when we double back (nah!)
bl!ck tuck, mask tight, hop out, make that cutter clap (bah!)
talkin’ hot but hidin’ out? boy, you just a f_ckin’ rat (p_ssy!)
if we catch that p_ssy lackin’, doa, don’t need no stat (dead, dead!)
n_ggas scared, they dissin’ from a phone, we don’t do that (nah!)
i can’t trust a soul, that’s why this glock sit where my belt at (on my hip!)
shorty tried to line me, now her lil’ brother where the shelves at (he dead!)
ain’t no warnings, spin his block, that p_ssy took his last breath (boom!)

[verse 2]
heard his lil’ homie got hit, he ain’t pop out (he ain’t slide!)
caught that b_tch lackin’, left her wig with her scalp out (boom!)
i don’t need no shooter, b_tch, i do this on my own (on my own!)
catch him posted, put that hollow_tip straight through his dome (bah!)
big 4_5, knock his ribs off (boom!)
caught him lackin’ at the store, turned that n_gga into spin_off (hah!)
feds watchin’, so i move like a ghost now (like a ghost!)
switches rapid_fire, we ain’t lettin’ sh_t slow down (brrt, brrt!)

[outro]
b_tch, i’m posted with them demons, you can’t slide here (nah!)
catch a goofy out of bounds? he gon’ die here (b_tch, it’s up!)
we got switches, we got glocks, f_ck a fair fight (f_ck a fight!)
n_ggas duckin’, heard them shots, they was scared, right? (p_ssy!)

- killa renz

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