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[intro:]

yanno i just, i just got back home from a little get_a_away up in la
and now that i’m back here
i realize how f_cken fake ya’ll are

[verse 1:]

i, don’t give, a f_ck, ’bout the money in your photos, (woo)
snapchat memories with old hoes, (old b_tches)
g_ngb_ngin’
tell me why i always catch you solo, (you alone)
shawty ain’t from kankakee
i met her at the store, and took her right back to my block
and then you know how that sh_t go (aye wassup what you on..)
you n_ggas trippin’
i ain’t average i’m gifted like its christmas
imma’ f_ck up on a bad b_tch, and get her reminiscing, its a, (what)
dirty faygo with the liquor half the bottle make it bitter i ain’t sippin’ for the taste, i’m gettin’ by, (you mothaf_ckas’)
the day
paystubs tell me everything will be okay
if it’s a problem with you, then its a problem with the gang
i’m just looking for a reason not to leave and get me even, (makin’ money)
redsun be the season all this heat done got ’em bleedin’ (uyhh)
in a city full of snakes
im talking people full of greed
i’m livin’ for the dream
all the c.r.e.a.m. with the team, (cash rules)
i’m out there everyday you see the color of the sun, (red as f_ck)
blood up in the sky
everybody goin’ numb

[outro:]

huh
these fake ass mfs is everywhere, i swear
i can’t go here, i can’t go there
on momma, word

[chorus:]

(woo)
‘choppa finna’ turn him to a dancer
hands up
totin’ on a stick, he smokin’ cancer (smokin’ cancer)
imma’ turn his b_tch into a gangsta’ (down b_tch)
bands up
asking bout’ some money i’m the answer, (no question)
bad b_tch
fire in her p_ssy its a h_ll grip, (devil sh_t)
trap sh_t
servin’ up the city like its breakfast, (denny sh_t)
all times
shawty shakin’ ass through the face_time, (finna’ hit it)
cake time
runnin’ to the baker like a fat b_tch
(woo)

[verse 2:]

west coast, west coast
north side ridin’ it’s the f_cken’ best coast
stand tall, no shoes, flat feet, ten toes
bigger stepper, bigger pressure if you wanna’ check those, (swoosh)
imma’ hustle for a check, i’ll never hustle bouta’ b_tch (bout a hoe)
i ain’t trippin’ bout’ no trouble if it ain’t gon’ make me rich
i’m just sippin’ on this shiny sh_t
it take me to the moon
couple losses couple wins
but i still don’t ever lose
you see its true
i ain’t doin’ any quarters if it ain’t a quarter mile, (skrt)
leave him in my mirror see him sitting court_n’_trail
ain’t got a dial cuz’ i would break it
too much heat for it to take it
i ain’t saying sh_t for basic mothaf_ckas’ in denial (p_ssy n_gga)
ain’t seen me for a while, well i ain’t heard of you at all, (mothaf_cka’)
they sayin’ i’m the summer, and you stayin’ in the fall, (down bad)
all my dawgs on the call, sayin’ look up to the sun (red as f_ck)
blood up in the sky, everybody goin’ numb

{outro/excerpt:]

and ion care if his momma there, his grandmomma
innocent bystanders, lil kids, babysitters, bill collectors
whatever
ill leave his whole block filled with hot brass if i have to
and you know why?
cuz i, just, dont, give a f_ck!
(splat)

[chorus:]

- red sun

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