Conway, Big Ghost LTD - Red Beams lyrics
[Conway, Big Ghost LTD - Red Beams lyrics]
Yeah, nigga
We on go mode, nigga, twenty-four/seven
Bitch
Yeah, young bull with me
Swear I'm ballin' in his hoodie, nigga
Look
Got the throttle in a Balenciaga jean jacket
Beam on the ratchet, you see we active
Nigga, you see we whack shit
Thirties in them Glocks when you
See me clap shit
The shooter of my team
I'm Steven Jackson and I want all the smoke
They knew one day I'd be called the
GOAT with the bars I wrote
Since my mother's water broke (Talk to 'em)
Uh, they highly regarded when I spoke (Hah)
This shit like the lethal injection
But a larger dose
(No cap)
See they events
They don't never let the Machine in it
(They don't let me in)
I mean, who I gotta compete against?
A bunch of little boys
And autotune-singin' comedians
(Hahaha)
LeBron when he went back to Cleveland
Here come the king again
(Here come the king again, nigga)
I just flew this pretty bitch
That resembles Saweetie in
Booked her flight with Expedia, she said
"You bein' cheap again"
(Hah)
Fuckin' that bitch raw
Bust in her and I'm gon' leave it in
Then have her in a Uber
Textin' when she gon' see me again?
Streets wanted to see me and Big
Ghost do our thing again
(We back, nigga)
They see the level up
They know the kind of bags I'm bringin' in
(I'm eatin')
Greek Freak shit, 2020, I'm MVP again
(Uh, huh)
Showed the whole world nobody
Fuckin' with me again
(Nobody fuckin' with me, nigga) , look
I'm from the bottom
Most of our mamas was drug addicts
(Huh)
Then we grew up and started
Dabblin' in drug traffic
(No cap)
That was the homie
Now we gotta throw a slug at 'em
(Brr)
Got his paperwork back
Found out that he was rattin'
(Bitch)
Send the goons to see his baby moms
(Send the goons to go see that bitch)
He gon' walk in, he gon' see a shooter
Baby in his arms
(Come in the house, nigga
Gimme that fuckin' paper
Nigga)
Yeah, fuck your bitch and your kids, nigga
You know what you did, nigga
(You know what you did, pussy)
They found pieces of his
Brains in the kitchen
Machine, yo, you trippin'
(Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
That's how we do it
Get it done
That's my word
Legit, how I tear shit up
We on go mode, nigga, twenty-four/seven
Bitch
Yeah, young bull with me
Swear I'm ballin' in his hoodie, nigga
Look
Got the throttle in a Balenciaga jean jacket
Beam on the ratchet, you see we active
Nigga, you see we whack shit
Thirties in them Glocks when you
See me clap shit
The shooter of my team
I'm Steven Jackson and I want all the smoke
They knew one day I'd be called the
GOAT with the bars I wrote
Since my mother's water broke (Talk to 'em)
Uh, they highly regarded when I spoke (Hah)
This shit like the lethal injection
But a larger dose
(No cap)
See they events
They don't never let the Machine in it
(They don't let me in)
I mean, who I gotta compete against?
A bunch of little boys
And autotune-singin' comedians
(Hahaha)
LeBron when he went back to Cleveland
Here come the king again
(Here come the king again, nigga)
I just flew this pretty bitch
That resembles Saweetie in
Booked her flight with Expedia, she said
"You bein' cheap again"
(Hah)
Fuckin' that bitch raw
Bust in her and I'm gon' leave it in
Then have her in a Uber
Textin' when she gon' see me again?
Streets wanted to see me and Big
Ghost do our thing again
(We back, nigga)
They see the level up
They know the kind of bags I'm bringin' in
(I'm eatin')
Greek Freak shit, 2020, I'm MVP again
(Uh, huh)
Showed the whole world nobody
Fuckin' with me again
(Nobody fuckin' with me, nigga) , look
I'm from the bottom
Most of our mamas was drug addicts
(Huh)
Then we grew up and started
Dabblin' in drug traffic
(No cap)
That was the homie
Now we gotta throw a slug at 'em
(Brr)
Got his paperwork back
Found out that he was rattin'
(Bitch)
Send the goons to see his baby moms
(Send the goons to go see that bitch)
He gon' walk in, he gon' see a shooter
Baby in his arms
(Come in the house, nigga
Gimme that fuckin' paper
Nigga)
Yeah, fuck your bitch and your kids, nigga
You know what you did, nigga
(You know what you did, pussy)
They found pieces of his
Brains in the kitchen
Machine, yo, you trippin'
(Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
That's how we do it
Get it done
That's my word
Legit, how I tear shit up