Red Paint

C.M.L.

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Oh ya man Fuck dem niggas blood Know what I'm on nigga Dead homies We'll smoke you over The homies nigga Fuck you thinkin Nigga I said Trip Load up them choppas Nigga Smoke ya patna Nigga Ain't no need for no dr Nigga I'm on him like a helacopta Nigga I'm trippen over Bris Betta blow ya bitch a kiss Ya I'll kill ya over that motha Fuckin dis Nigga Ten milli I'll feel him When I catch him I'm spill him I don't give two Motha fuckin Shits Nigga I'm on my shit like a fly Wish theses suckas Til they die Bitch I'm from the south side It's da click Nigga Dread locks, head shots Find him with the red dot Fuck the ops Everybody gettin hit Nigga I'm in love wit my mag You in love with a fag Fuck around with the Hank And git dragged Nigga Run up on him close range Bullets ripen thru his brain Fuck everything you claim Ya it's sad Nigga I just blew up like a bomb Tell yo homie be calm Ya I used to fuck your Mom I'm your dad Nigga Rich Nigga but I'm wild I take shots at the crowd Ya this chop thing loud That's a fact Nigga Black hoodie Black glock Fold him like a laptop Run up let tha Mac pop Bullets hit his ragtop Nigga stop playin Before I home invade Your fuckin stash spot Rich ass Nigga Talkin shit I got cash Na Shining like im post to be Your bitch wanna get Close to me Aint nobody over me The benz look like popuri Talkin like you crazy Ya I'll pull up and I'll smoke A knee I don't wear no motha fuckin mask mask You niggas know it's me White bitch supa thick Haters on some stupid shit Been had a big bank roll I ain't new to this Dancin like I'm crazy But them crackers say This Foolishness My dread locks wild Come in foul We be shootin shit Stompin in these black j's Modified black k's Betta say your motha fuckin Prayers these your last days Rich niggas doin drive Bys in tha black range Your house so small It reminded of my half space I'm Dopa than amphetamines You niggas betta quit Testin me Comin at tha hank correct That's what you niggas Betta be The hand sign I'm throwin up it Look just like the letta B Im trippen on the ops Til they take my last Breath from me Killin til the death of me Rich Nigga thuggin I'll shut you yo pussy Ass down With all that fussin Caught him on the side Street Shot him and his cousin We be givin head Shots like it's nuthin Banked up for life Shake a sucka like dice Half a million worth of ice I'll knock out your lifestyle Playin with these killas Before I come and take You life Im the freshesed Nigga Livin All these haters do is bite Turn left Turn right Skeet skirt outasight Rich boy got cheese But I don't fuck around With mice She in love with a pimp Im in her head like lice White bitch White Benz Lookin like a grain a rice Im in love with killin ops I can't sleep without Chops Fuck these niggas They the cops Bitch I love gettin guap Head shots body shots Skirt before he drop I was wit your baby mama She was blowin off My socks NIGGA IM FRESHER then A peppermint Got painted like The president bigger Than the elephant Your bitch kno that I'm heaven scent Everybody' hate on Lavish D cuz they irrelevant She beggin for my dick But she keep tellin me she celebit!