"Red Homies" lyrics

Ain't no playing
Bitch said she pregnant
Lil bitch must be faded
On the red homies
Niggas with bands
Pillow talking to his bitch
But on the beat he a fan
On the red homies
I'm the wop
Niggas ain't banging
You ain't never shot an opp
On the red homies
Stop the lying
Every nigga riding
I'm the shooter and the driver
On the red homies
Bitch please
Last name nut
And my first name deez
On the red homies
Bitch set trippin'
Name the last time you done went up on a mission
On the red homies
Whats happenin'
Bitch want a blood and he gotta be active
On the red homies
Big rollie
Homies call me killa
But the beez call me Moses
On the red homies
Red balls
Bitch I'm a dog and I'm down for em all
On the red homies
Where you from?
FHN don't act dumb bitch its bloods
On the red homies
She a thot
Can't trust a bitch that be fucking on the opps
That be 73, 54th bitch I'm a G
I'm the point man
No Curry I shoot a 3
We be big ready
Niggas talking but all veggie
All about green
Bird talking but fuck Larry
Where the hoes at?
Nevermind bitch where the four at
52nd free money they all know that
They sneak dissin'
Messy hoes taking the pictures
On some clout shit
Little hoe ain't bout shit
Baby mama K
Not all but fuck 1
Go against me
Young nigga been going dumb
On the red homies
Free the guys
Ain't shot nothing cant hang cant ride
On the red homies
Don't slip
Know a few crips that will shoot you in your shit
On the red homies
Get money
Gucci on my ass and on my shoes and on my tummy
On the red homies
Hundred thousand
Bitch wanna fuck cuz she know that I be wilding
On the red homies
She a bop
Me, Sko, Villa, and Veez we hit a flock
On the red homies
Hit Noya
Free TC that's my motherfuckin' soldier
On the red homies
Real love