Red Bottoms Songtext

And have your momma crying, moving out

I'm that nigga now, pulling triggers
Smoking niggas, ain't no Swishers now
Bitch, I got you figured out
Put his blood on the wall, tryna come repaint your house
He inside, we [?] it out
Straight red beams, he breaking out
Nigga, why try diss songs? Let me take it out
You wanna beef with me?
You gotta have at least the same amount in your bank account
Niggas weed, let me break 'em down
Ain't no Swishers or [?] anytime I bring the gang around
Bust Down Gang
I spent on my chain what you just spent to relocate
And foenem still can get you baked, uh
I make what you make in thirteen months in thirteen days
Pick him off, I get you paid, niggas [?], ayy, ayy

Bitch ass niggas Why the fuck y'all keep playing with me, man?
Nigga, you ain't shot a good video in like, three years
Weak ass bitch
Get your bread up

Home-made, red bottoms, I be stomping niggas out
Hanging out the roof, spinning
Hit him then it's time to switch the route
Shut your fucking mouth 'fore I blow this forty at your skull
Might kick door your house
And have your momma crying, moving out

[?], I do this bitch so motherfucking doggy
Out here, bitches will give your drop
I'm about to spin they shit with thirties
It's me and [?] like, I get him gone early
We want the dawg, he gone, ayy, that's why I'm murking
Listen, I don't miss my straps, I gon' get you clapped
Hollows tips gon' snatch you, begging like some crack
This ain't on X's but I ain't miss 'cause of that
Getting them whacked, fresh, about to trap
[?] you be tweaking, we don't tolerate it
[?]
Brother snitching, we heard, yeah, collaborating
Lean back with the four fifty, I gotta shot [?]
We all black but we is not the Raiders
Pills yellow, drink purple, we is not the Lakers
Drinking straight like I ain't got no [?]
Tell your bitch get the fuck out my face, I'm not gon' chase her

These niggas bitches, they be hoes
I practice to stomping on y'all necks
When kicking down y'all niggas door
And y'all broke, y'all be wearing the same clothes
Don't get caught slipping, better stay on y'all ten toes, ayy, ayy

Bitch ass nigga, I ain't done
Finna get on foenem mess, look
You a goofy, you [?] as hell
And you pussy, ayy

What y'all gon' do with that lil' deuce-deuce?
You know I been toting forties and I been a loose screw
I'm a dog and I'm the shit, I'm Scooby-Doo-Doo
And don't nobody know you, bitch, they like, "Who you?"
Ayy, uh, look me up on YouTube
I heard you dropped the diss and it got like two views
Look at lil' dude, he ugly than a bitch
And he ain't gon' get no bitches
On foenem grave

Home-made, red bottoms, I be stomping niggas out
FHanging out the roof, spinning
Hit him then it's time to switch the route
Shut your fucking mouth 'fore I blow this forty at your skull
Might kick door your house
And have your momma crying, moving out