JayDaYoungan - Red Flag lyrics
[JayDaYoungan - Red Flag lyrics]
Leave a pussy nigga stiff just like a statue
Show 'em what that bag do
Must they know we catching ass too
Catch you we gon' scratch you
Bitch you know I can't look past you
And them bitch ass niggas next to
You they gon' get it
They getting smashed too
Fuck a white flag, we waving red flags
Bitch I'm the type of man to
Push your fucking dreads back
You say it's smoke, we at your throat
You shouldn't have fucking said that
We let it blow ain't take his soul
But I can't get his legs back
And stop flashing with that pistol
With your scared ass
Tell 'em boys stop acting 'bout they
Nigga with his dead ass
Say I'll bust your brain it ain't a game
Bitch I'm deadass
Up the heat and burn 'em we gon'
Turn 'em to a wrist pack
Catch him dumping in his stomach
Fold him like a flip phone
I'm paranoid, catching one to this cap
You better not flinch wrong
We face shit ain't like to chase
Ya had your favorite kicks on
It's 45 it hit his tighs
And break his fucking hipbone
Leave a pussy nigga stiff just like a statue
Show 'em what that bag do
Must they know we catching ass too
Catch you we gon' scratch you
Bitch you know I can't look past you
And them bitch ass niggas next to
You they gon' get it
They getting smashed too
Fuck a white flag, we waving red flags
Bitch I'm the type of man to
Push your fucking dreads back
You say it's smoke, we at your throat
You shouldn't have fucking said that
We let it blow ain't take his soul
But I can't get his legs back
Show 'em what that bag do
Must they know we catching ass too
Catch you we gon' scratch you
Bitch you know I can't look past you
And them bitch ass niggas next to
You they gon' get it
They getting smashed too
Fuck a white flag, we waving red flags
Bitch I'm the type of man to
Push your fucking dreads back
You say it's smoke, we at your throat
You shouldn't have fucking said that
We let it blow ain't take his soul
But I can't get his legs back
And stop flashing with that pistol
With your scared ass
Tell 'em boys stop acting 'bout they
Nigga with his dead ass
Say I'll bust your brain it ain't a game
Bitch I'm deadass
Up the heat and burn 'em we gon'
Turn 'em to a wrist pack
Catch him dumping in his stomach
Fold him like a flip phone
I'm paranoid, catching one to this cap
You better not flinch wrong
We face shit ain't like to chase
Ya had your favorite kicks on
It's 45 it hit his tighs
And break his fucking hipbone
Leave a pussy nigga stiff just like a statue
Show 'em what that bag do
Must they know we catching ass too
Catch you we gon' scratch you
Bitch you know I can't look past you
And them bitch ass niggas next to
You they gon' get it
They getting smashed too
Fuck a white flag, we waving red flags
Bitch I'm the type of man to
Push your fucking dreads back
You say it's smoke, we at your throat
You shouldn't have fucking said that
We let it blow ain't take his soul
But I can't get his legs back