Tata, Jenn Carter - See Red lyrics

[Tata, Jenn Carter - See Red lyrics]

Glah, glah (Glah, glah)
Everythin' dead (Bitch, everythin' dead)
4-1 shots to the head, bitch (Glah, glah)
(24 is the GOAT) on bro, boom, boom, boom
Boom, boom glah, glah (Everythin' dead)
It's Carter, dickhead like

How you dissin'? Like four of
Yo' homies is dead (The fuck?)
I send one of my niggas
Kill all of y'all niggas
I see a opp then I see red (Glah, glah, glah)
With this pencil, fill 'em up with lead
Bend through the opps
I'm tryna catch em rec'
How you smokin' my dead and
I don't got no dead
They know my bop, Mr everything Dead
She wanna come over, I left her on read
(What the fuck?) niggas pussy
I'm a veteran, niggas is rookiеs
Big knocker, you can't book me
Walk in the party and I got 'еm lookin'
Nig-niggas be runnin' they mouth
On the media
I run into niggas, yeah, it's lit
Bitches be gettin' ahead of they self
I don't care if you pretty, suck my dick
Glah i'm wit’ Lato' rollin' up Gelato
Niggas pussy and opp niggas follow
They know it's forty-one ways to get paid
I got a baddie, she look like Mulatto
Wit’ the legs drinkin' Henny, no chaser
Bitch is dumb if she think i'ma chase her
Don't wanna fuck on bro I won't make her
Put the beam to his face if
He play with my paper
Ayo, Preme, boom that nigga (Yeah)
Uppin' the what? Remove that nigga
I'm not into politicin' on the media (Brrt)
Ain't no talkin', boom that nigga

Look i be geekin', I'm totin' a what?
Shorty a thottie, she don't give a fuck
(Like)
She be tweakin', she shakin' her butt
(Glah-glah, boom) and that boy is a cheetah
The way that he run he-he dumb, he a pot
Bitch on my body, she totin' my gun
You run, don't stop
You feelin' hot, you get sent to the sun
He tried to diss and we made 'em delete it
41 and we still undefeated (Glah-glah, boom)
Get on the scene, make it hotter than phoenix
(Glah-glah-glah)
Michael Jackson, she want me to beat it
She a baddie and shorty conceited
I told her I love her but, I do not mean it
(Glah-glah, boom)
I be geekin', I only see red she like
"Jenny you know that i'm fiendin"
You know i'ma keep me a tool
It stay right by my side
Call me Nicki Minaj, damn
(Like, damn)
Think he tough now he in a garage (Glah-glah)
Rollin' up while she give a massage
(Glah-glah, boom)
I'm too active, I turn up the spot
(Gang, gang, gang)
He think he tough, he got shot on the block
Please don't try to be somethin' you not
I'm like a chef and i'm stirrin' the pot
He think he a demon, we showin' no sympathy
Like damn, bullets is slippery
I told niggas to get out the way (Glah-glah)
You and yo' homie get shot in the face
(Glah-glah, boom)
I'm a demon, you cannot get rid of me
Shorty is tweakin', the knock on her waist
If you not 41, better stay in your place
Like call me Tay-K, I'm runnin' a race

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