"See Red" lyrics
BloodHound Q50 & Lil Tjay Lyrics
[Lil Tjay:]
Shots to anybody, I ain't pickin’
You know that lil' nigga be trippin'
City watchin’ while I pop out, I be drippin'
Well aware the police watchin', they be fishin'
I ain't gon' speak about no mission, that shit past due
But go 'head, slide again, that's if you wanna crash too
Crash too, savage, but I play it mad cool
Bullets make a nigga act new
Lord, I’m fucked up
Mind bent, murder be in my head
Gotta stay strong, know they want a nigga gone
’Fore they kill us, we gon' fry ’em, it's enough said
Lord, I'm fucked up, up, up, I ain't even tryna go fed
But I see red, I just see red, all I see red
Keep the pistol everywhere, another man can never fear
I can’t have him 'round me playing gangster, he ain't never flare
Broski doing a bid, his life ain't shit, he feel it's better there
Judge confused, she gave him twenty-five and he ain't shed a tear
Use to rob my mama, tried her best, but I need better gear
Trauma on my mental annually, I pray a better year
All of a sudden, they act like I owe 'em 'cause the cheddar here
I was broke, you saw this as a joke, boy, you ain't never care
And I'm mind bent, murder be in my head
Gotta stay strong, know they want a nigga gone
'Fore they kill us, we gon' fry 'em, it's enough said
I'm fucked up, up, up, I ain't even tryna go fed
But I see red, but I see red, all I see red
[BloodHound Q50:]
Go, I'm the youngest, but a vet
Old niggas show me my respect
Been had a name before the fame, I got my name from catching hats
My brother left, it ain't the same, sometimes I wanna run it back
Catch a nigga, let off shots, laugh at the hits, we made a mess
Robbin' niggas, takin' chains, I would've traded for the best
Poppin' Percs, back-to-back, my mama think that I'm depressed
We the reason why your brother got his bitch-ass laid to rest
You can't get up in this V if you ain't never caught no hat
We clapped his ass on the side of church, we layin' on Marquette
I lost two brothers in two months, it got me thinkin' I'm facin' death
Drillin' with these bitch-ass niggas only thing that I regret
In my city, I'm a threat
Jeff, he left me by myself
Puttin' niggas on the shelf
Where you goin'? Boy, come here
Made his mama shed a tear
Leave your runts up in the air
Clappin' niggas in the Pier
I'm young and turnt and killin' shit, that's some shit you can't compare
Go
Long live my brother, he probably killed your bitch-ass brother
Go
Shots to anybody, I ain't pickin’
You know that lil' nigga be trippin'
City watchin’ while I pop out, I be drippin'
Well aware the police watchin', they be fishin'
I ain't gon' speak about no mission, that shit past due
But go 'head, slide again, that's if you wanna crash too
Crash too, savage, but I play it mad cool
Bullets make a nigga act new
Lord, I’m fucked up
Mind bent, murder be in my head
Gotta stay strong, know they want a nigga gone
’Fore they kill us, we gon' fry ’em, it's enough said
Lord, I'm fucked up, up, up, I ain't even tryna go fed
But I see red, I just see red, all I see red
Keep the pistol everywhere, another man can never fear
I can’t have him 'round me playing gangster, he ain't never flare
Broski doing a bid, his life ain't shit, he feel it's better there
Judge confused, she gave him twenty-five and he ain't shed a tear
Use to rob my mama, tried her best, but I need better gear
Trauma on my mental annually, I pray a better year
All of a sudden, they act like I owe 'em 'cause the cheddar here
I was broke, you saw this as a joke, boy, you ain't never care
And I'm mind bent, murder be in my head
Gotta stay strong, know they want a nigga gone
'Fore they kill us, we gon' fry 'em, it's enough said
I'm fucked up, up, up, I ain't even tryna go fed
But I see red, but I see red, all I see red
[BloodHound Q50:]
Go, I'm the youngest, but a vet
Old niggas show me my respect
Been had a name before the fame, I got my name from catching hats
My brother left, it ain't the same, sometimes I wanna run it back
Catch a nigga, let off shots, laugh at the hits, we made a mess
Robbin' niggas, takin' chains, I would've traded for the best
Poppin' Percs, back-to-back, my mama think that I'm depressed
We the reason why your brother got his bitch-ass laid to rest
You can't get up in this V if you ain't never caught no hat
We clapped his ass on the side of church, we layin' on Marquette
I lost two brothers in two months, it got me thinkin' I'm facin' death
Drillin' with these bitch-ass niggas only thing that I regret
In my city, I'm a threat
Jeff, he left me by myself
Puttin' niggas on the shelf
Where you goin'? Boy, come here
Made his mama shed a tear
Leave your runts up in the air
Clappin' niggas in the Pier
I'm young and turnt and killin' shit, that's some shit you can't compare
Go
Long live my brother, he probably killed your bitch-ass brother
Go
Writer(s): Charles Forsberg, Mi Kquale Cooper, Tione Meritt
