Red Down - Killumantii

One thing I cant stand is a messy ass hoe

Always running her damn mouth

Always telling folks what she know

Shut the fuck up bitch

Cause you really sound retarded

Got folks outside finna fight

Over some shit that you done started

See that’s why I don’t fuck with these bitches

And none of the niggas

Cause they messy too

These niggas be lying

For the ops they be spying

And they be denying

The shit that be true

And these hoes ain’t one hundred

They flip floppy too

Start up some shit

And then blame it on you

Start up some rumors

That ain’t even true

Now you hearing shit about you

That you ain’t even do

Like «yes girl she said don’t show nobody

But I’m finna let you see»

But if she said nobody

Then why the fuck you showing me

You hoes ain’t finna hang with me

Tuh look I gotta go

And I ain’t got time for none of y’all hoes

Cause all of y’all petty miserable and broke

Look drop top be the coupe

Look shit on niggas like poop

I be strapped up like a troop

Running solo, fuck the group

If you ain’t the gang then you die with the opposite

Niggas can’t think for themselves they incompetent

I’m here to stop this shit, watch niggas copy this

I cannot operate in all the sloppiness

And I ain’t stopping until all of my bitches we’re riding in beamers

And I said I could do it but nobody ever believed us

We headed away so you know they call us the leaders

And these niggas, they copy cause they know they wanna be us

Red down I be dressing red down

Put my beamer in reverse

Just to turn that bitch around

Red down I be dressing red down

Put my beamer in reverse

Just to turn that bitch around

Look beamers, whips, chains walla

I need all the fucking walla

Look beamers, whips, chains walla

I need all the fucking walla

Red bottoms when I step

Messy shit that’s all she text

All her calls they get reject

All that lying gone get you checked

Chains on me heavy just look how it glistens

Engine so loud it’ll make a nigga listen

Ian signing shit, ion fuck with petitions

Had to run it up, had yo change my condition

How you gone talk shit from the phone that I bought you

Tryna cover shit up but we already caught you

And that supreme headband must be glued to your head

Cause we ain’t never seen you in a picture without it

Is his phone on yet?

uh I doubt it

Ain’t pulled up or did shit else about it

Tried to say she don’t fuck with me or music either

But you was clapping for me like you had gonorrhea

Bitch

Red down I be dressing red down

Put my beamer in reverse

Just to turn that bitch around

Red down I be dressing red down

Put my beamer in reverse

Just to turn that bitch around

Look beamers, whips, chains walla

I need all the fucking walla

Look beamers, whips, chains walla

I need all the fucking walla