Meyhem Lauren, Daringer, Conway The Machine - Red DeathRed Pesto lyrics

It's that "Chew, you fly" shit
Queens to Buffalo and back

Stick to myself because I trust me
Pick a side, you a hustler or a custy?
I'm gettin' money when I'm sleepin'
No days off, I'm gettin' money on the weekend
(On the weekend)

Y'all always broke like
The Coliseum escalator
We've been official, ain't no issue
Just refresh the data
Ask about us, if you doubt us, we the truth
Never remix work and speak
Officially in the booth (In the booth)
Precise projection
Pistol pointed at your tooth
Shoot the cameras first, then take
That shit to trial, we gettin' loot
I go to war, five deep, they kill ninety
Now you can't find me, Queens, we still grimy
I wrote this with forty on my wrist
And a 40 on my hip
I ain't never put a 40 to my lips
(40 to my lips)
Anchor medallion, rockin' kilos on our necks
Far from basic when we flex
Rest in peace my niggas ex
We play dice games for gold maple leaves
Watchin' strippers scrape the floor
Like they rakin' leaves
Take a freeze and a bump
Tell me I'm the truth
My face is more handsome than
It was in my youth
Black Benjamin Button be stuntin'
And somethin' bouncin'
In the Bentley, while doin' donuts on
South, it Lauren AKA Laurenavici, uh

Stick to myself because I trust me
Pick a side, you a hustler or a custy?
I'm gettin' money when I'm sleepin'
No days off from gettin' money on the weekend
Stick to myself because I trust me (yeah)
Pick a side, you a hustler or a custy? (yeah)
I'm gettin' money when I'm sleepin' (Uh)
No days off from gettin' money on the weekend
(Uh, look)

Went from movin' pounds of OG
To havin' yayo bricks
Connect hit my jack and say
"The package on the way and shipped"
Make a bitch bag your box of
Razors and a plate of fish
I'm standin' at the stove, woah
Texas tornado wrist (Guess what?)
Niggas prayin', I stay broke, well, look
They can quit (Haha)
The way I been gettin' bags lately
Ain't makin' sense (I'm eatin', nigga)
When they see my next move
That's just gon' make 'em sick ('Kay)
All in their facials, my Draco' hit
(Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
They hatin' when I'm gettin' fly
So I'ma drip harder (Ha)
These is VS's, so my pieces hit harder
(Bling)
This street shit, I'm still a big part of
I know my nigga in his forties
Still shootin' like he Vince Carter
(Ha ha ha)
Yeah, I used to break keys down (Uh, huh)
Now I'm gettin' rap money, bust the AP down
Any nigga that ever violated, can't be found
The flow like Jigga mixed
With André three-thou it's May Street, baow