"Midnight Red" lyrics
I'm sayin, ok
Ain't talking workout but I'm under armed
And I'm alarmed and heard somebody tryin to take me from my son
I'm not the one
And beef wit him for what? He wear duh-duh-duh-duh-duhs
I got a gun, and trust me I'll bust - like I'm bouta come
Smoke all up in my lungs, crash like a hit-and-run
Higher than that plane when that bitch missed the Pentagon
And I'mma go insane, same ol round any beat I'm on
Nigga giving flames like the heater on
Yeeeeaah, knowmsayin
Yeah Samurai slice some plain, wit this sauce that drippin
Fuck our hi tech intermission get the uh... Backwood back on fire
Hey!
I sold a hunnid packs
In this dope game you couldn't get ya money back
I ride wit a hunnid straps, and know a dope fiend smoke a hunnid stracks
And he'll pull your cap back
I bought some Versace and copped me a knapsack
I'm a coach juh like Kubiak
I smoke me a nigga put him where my doobies at
Yeah - nuts on the wheel, Westside cuz I'm causin a spill
Put some karats on my lip and my ear - Get him gone, now he outta here!
I had the blocks like Vladimir
We are the champions juh like Steph Curry them
Thug life juh like Pac and them
Nuts, so I ball above the rim
I'm tryna get big racks
But I'm keep takin Ls man I need to sit back
Lost a couple of my big stacks
Had to take me a break, ain't eatin no Kit-Kat
Two 9s like I'm big Sapp
Run in yo shit wit a brick sack
I'm lookin for white - like Riff-Raff
Let's trade - the money gettin kidnapped
Yeah we livin comfortably
I'm not worried bout people that's under me
Black and yellow bih lookin like bumble-bee
I'm ahead of them, lookin like son to me
I want bread, no time for the cuddling
Her head was wack she was struggling
Hit the bih from that bah she was lovin it
And I'm hot before you tell me grab a oven mitt- Ooooh!
Yeh!
See what I'm sayin?
And I'm hot before you tell me grab a oven mitt- Ooooh!
Knowmsayin? The way Samurai keep slicin shit we gone keep this shit goin then
EY!
Mid...Midnight Blue, I want cash, I want you
I got loot, I should drink, don't [?]
Try soft-cans, crack that bih, roll a few
Diamonds gone dance, and if he try me I'mma buss my move
Pull that tool
Step on him like one, two
No soda but I'mma do the du
You might say I took it too far, yeah
Ridin round in a candy car, drop my screen let the bih watch Saw, yeah
Sippin on lean no par, pourin the rest of mine wit just bar, yeah-yeah
My ice no flaw, yeah
These niggas dey fraud, yeah
I'm high wit the stars, yeah
Used to do a [?] yeah
Don't watch the bitch she frantic, told lil mama don't panic, yeah-yeah
Ate a nigga up like candy, redhead bih like Wendy, yeah-yeah
Tried to meet down in Miami now lil bitch can't stand me, yeah-yeah
Don't pop pills, no zanny, bitch I'm Sosa no Sammie, yeah-yeah
Where my cup? Pour my meds, yeah
Got two cups, pour my meds, yeah
Midnight Red, Midnight Red, yeah
Midnight Red, Midnight Red, yeah
Ain't talking workout but I'm under armed
And I'm alarmed and heard somebody tryin to take me from my son
I'm not the one
And beef wit him for what? He wear duh-duh-duh-duh-duhs
I got a gun, and trust me I'll bust - like I'm bouta come
Smoke all up in my lungs, crash like a hit-and-run
Higher than that plane when that bitch missed the Pentagon
And I'mma go insane, same ol round any beat I'm on
Nigga giving flames like the heater on
Yeeeeaah, knowmsayin
Yeah Samurai slice some plain, wit this sauce that drippin
Fuck our hi tech intermission get the uh... Backwood back on fire
Hey!
I sold a hunnid packs
In this dope game you couldn't get ya money back
I ride wit a hunnid straps, and know a dope fiend smoke a hunnid stracks
And he'll pull your cap back
I bought some Versace and copped me a knapsack
I'm a coach juh like Kubiak
I smoke me a nigga put him where my doobies at
Yeah - nuts on the wheel, Westside cuz I'm causin a spill
Put some karats on my lip and my ear - Get him gone, now he outta here!
I had the blocks like Vladimir
We are the champions juh like Steph Curry them
Thug life juh like Pac and them
Nuts, so I ball above the rim
I'm tryna get big racks
But I'm keep takin Ls man I need to sit back
Lost a couple of my big stacks
Had to take me a break, ain't eatin no Kit-Kat
Two 9s like I'm big Sapp
Run in yo shit wit a brick sack
I'm lookin for white - like Riff-Raff
Let's trade - the money gettin kidnapped
Yeah we livin comfortably
I'm not worried bout people that's under me
Black and yellow bih lookin like bumble-bee
I'm ahead of them, lookin like son to me
I want bread, no time for the cuddling
Her head was wack she was struggling
Hit the bih from that bah she was lovin it
And I'm hot before you tell me grab a oven mitt- Ooooh!
Yeh!
See what I'm sayin?
And I'm hot before you tell me grab a oven mitt- Ooooh!
Knowmsayin? The way Samurai keep slicin shit we gone keep this shit goin then
EY!
Mid...Midnight Blue, I want cash, I want you
I got loot, I should drink, don't [?]
Try soft-cans, crack that bih, roll a few
Diamonds gone dance, and if he try me I'mma buss my move
Pull that tool
Step on him like one, two
No soda but I'mma do the du
You might say I took it too far, yeah
Ridin round in a candy car, drop my screen let the bih watch Saw, yeah
Sippin on lean no par, pourin the rest of mine wit just bar, yeah-yeah
My ice no flaw, yeah
These niggas dey fraud, yeah
I'm high wit the stars, yeah
Used to do a [?] yeah
Don't watch the bitch she frantic, told lil mama don't panic, yeah-yeah
Ate a nigga up like candy, redhead bih like Wendy, yeah-yeah
Tried to meet down in Miami now lil bitch can't stand me, yeah-yeah
Don't pop pills, no zanny, bitch I'm Sosa no Sammie, yeah-yeah
Where my cup? Pour my meds, yeah
Got two cups, pour my meds, yeah
Midnight Red, Midnight Red, yeah
Midnight Red, Midnight Red, yeah
