Nash, Hall - Red Tops lyrics
[Nash, Hall - Red Tops lyrics]
Griselda, by Fashion Rebels
Now, look you're nobody till
You catch a body
My little head busta on his second body
FNH with the fuckin' drama
I told him don't leave
'til you hit everybody
For a minute I was strugglin'
Niggas wasn't real as I thought
Fuck 'em then
Had to get off that couch and start hustlin'
Where your set nigga? I can bring a duffle in
Took a few losses, I accepted it
Made a few nobodies relevant
Niggas runnin' their mouth and
Fuckin' tellin' shit
Better use your head before you
Get a shell in it bitches tell me my dick is
A gift from the Lord
I said that's the way I feel
About the shit I record thinkin' sweet
But if I hit you I bet you you fall
Smith & Wesson 500 will break
The bricks in the wall
Hall and Nash, West and Con, nigga
We upper echelon
Rap's Dez Bryant and Megatron
Hit his stomach with the blammer
Blood on my canvas
Had me low in Atlanta, K with the banana
Homie this ain't what you want
That shit you talkin' only gonna
Get you in the trunk before you know it
You've been missin' for a month
Hall and Nash, yeah, shout out my nigga Monk
Ayo the great adventure of Fresh Wes
Can't forget the TEC on the dresser
The Flygod in the flesh
Yeah I only praise one nigga
That's Chine Gun been to the Feds twice
The price to pay for a mean run
Baggin' up two packs in the Bellagio
Room service brought me 12-12 bags to
Run on the third floor
I don't want to sell cocaine no more
But I'll be God damned if
My rims touch the lux
Brianni down in the Benz truck
Word to grab your property
You gettin' sent up
ConAir at Oklahoma, 'bout 50 niggas shackled
Trading honey bars for a mackerel
What you know about burgers on a Wednesday?
Shotgun shells where your kids play
Sandbox covered with red tops
Chine gettin' high
Street sweeper, swiss cheese the nigga
14881055, it's me live
"I'm a black man, and I don't know how to
Sing, and I don't know how to dance
And I don't know how to preach
To no congregation, I'm too small
To be a football hero, and
I'm too ugly to be elected
Mayor when I watch TV
And I see all them people in
All them fine homes they
Livin' and all them nice cars
They drive and I
Get all full of ambition now
You tell me what I'm
Supposed to do with all
This ambition I got?"
Now, look you're nobody till
You catch a body
My little head busta on his second body
FNH with the fuckin' drama
I told him don't leave
'til you hit everybody
For a minute I was strugglin'
Niggas wasn't real as I thought
Fuck 'em then
Had to get off that couch and start hustlin'
Where your set nigga? I can bring a duffle in
Took a few losses, I accepted it
Made a few nobodies relevant
Niggas runnin' their mouth and
Fuckin' tellin' shit
Better use your head before you
Get a shell in it bitches tell me my dick is
A gift from the Lord
I said that's the way I feel
About the shit I record thinkin' sweet
But if I hit you I bet you you fall
Smith & Wesson 500 will break
The bricks in the wall
Hall and Nash, West and Con, nigga
We upper echelon
Rap's Dez Bryant and Megatron
Hit his stomach with the blammer
Blood on my canvas
Had me low in Atlanta, K with the banana
Homie this ain't what you want
That shit you talkin' only gonna
Get you in the trunk before you know it
You've been missin' for a month
Hall and Nash, yeah, shout out my nigga Monk
Ayo the great adventure of Fresh Wes
Can't forget the TEC on the dresser
The Flygod in the flesh
Yeah I only praise one nigga
That's Chine Gun been to the Feds twice
The price to pay for a mean run
Baggin' up two packs in the Bellagio
Room service brought me 12-12 bags to
Run on the third floor
I don't want to sell cocaine no more
But I'll be God damned if
My rims touch the lux
Brianni down in the Benz truck
Word to grab your property
You gettin' sent up
ConAir at Oklahoma, 'bout 50 niggas shackled
Trading honey bars for a mackerel
What you know about burgers on a Wednesday?
Shotgun shells where your kids play
Sandbox covered with red tops
Chine gettin' high
Street sweeper, swiss cheese the nigga
14881055, it's me live
"I'm a black man, and I don't know how to
Sing, and I don't know how to dance
And I don't know how to preach
To no congregation, I'm too small
To be a football hero, and
I'm too ugly to be elected
Mayor when I watch TV
And I see all them people in
All them fine homes they
Livin' and all them nice cars
They drive and I
Get all full of ambition now
You tell me what I'm
Supposed to do with all
This ambition I got?"