Vyrlu Made This
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
You could run up get popped like a vitamin
Brother Got Shot reason I will not, fight again
Many men cookin' up till they wrist bend
Shottas on Shottas, we let off a Big 10
Big 10, Big 10, Big 10, uh, yeah, yeah
You could run up get popped like a vitamin
Brother got shot reason, I will not fight again
Many men cookin' up till they wrist bend
Shottas on Shottas, we let off a Big 10
I came in this hoe with a brand new Glock, new Gen
So it will not jam
And I know that you peepin' the look in my eyes
When you see me, I'm Lurking' again
I desire a lot fuck the streets and the beef
Need a whole lotta bands
I can't wait till the day I can say that
I beat the streets, stick to the plan
I don't know what it is with the bitches in here
But they like how I dance
Bussing the Glock 18 witta built in switch
I got more than enough for the fans
I got more then enough for your mans
I been fighting' the dons and the demons
In front of me, and in my head
Stupid dummy who thought he could live
Once he stole from me tapping ya head
I ain't catch em' but watch, when I do
We gon' do more than fill em' wit led
Fill em' wit Led, Fill em' wit Led
What I did, spill a nigga like a cup but the Styrofoam
Pouring out Red, yeah yeah
Spill a nigga like a cup but the Styrofoam
Pouring Out Red, yeah yeah
Pouring Out Red
I ain't into the chit-chat, don't do the chit-chat
You could go' chhh-chhh Bam
You could go' Chhh-Chhh Bam
Where that nigga said pour up the red
Aye Skat, Where It's At
Matter fact, nigga, Pour up the meds
Pour Up The Red
Yeah, yeah
Pour Up The Red