Young Slo-Be, EBK Jaaybo - Red Flag lyrics
[Young Slo-Be, EBK Jaaybo - Red Flag lyrics]
(My nigga Gio on this beat, though)
Red flag, lot of Blood shit goin' on
Free my Crip, take no pictures, baby
Hold your phone
Chopper spittin', you hear that shh, yeah
That nigga gone
Well, brodie tryna join the team
I'm finna bring him home
Lash gang, Nightingale, this shit in my soul
Bullet holes where his heart should be
They outside
Bend the block once and park the Jeep
The plug ready, it's a hit
He got tons of P's
Got opp pack zaza, love my weed
PTSD, my thirty close by
You ain't a stepper
You out here shootin' with closed eyes
Gave you pole, you left it homе
When you finna slide?
My drum look like boxing glovеs
Who you finna fight?
Nigga, I still'll get jiggy i love guns
I can't wait to cock this ten milly
The little bitch want me and bro
We goin' fifty-fifty
Keep a blicky in the bity
I can't let 'em get me
Nah, can't let 'em take me out
Boys blurped me with the slam
I had to throw it out
Speakin' to the bitch like a bitch, nigga
Close your mouth
Red flag, lot of Blood shit goin' on
Free my Crip, take no pictures, baby
Hold your phone
Chopper spittin', you hear that shh, yeah
That nigga gone
Well, brodie tryna join the team
I'm finna bring him home
Lash gang, Nightingale, this shit in my soul
Bullet holes where his heart should be
They outside
Bend the block once and park the Jeep
The plug ready, it's a hit
He got tons of P's
Red flag, nigga, then we lash for P's
Everybody get it
Think my last plug was Japanese
Nigga, pass the toolie, nigga
'cause you ain't finna squeeze
Bitch, I'm a god, we take lives
So you should get on your knees
Boys on us, you know they want us to freeze
Do the dash, I'm like, "Nigga, please"
Bitch know I'm in the hood
It's gon' cost her a fee
Ayy, ayy, I want big racks
Call Wes like, "Cuddy, where the licks at?"
Four ohs, ten millis, yeah, they missin' us
Nigga, I most definitely ain't
With the chit-chat
Red flag, lot of Blood shit goin' on
7th Street, Nightingale
They know what block we on
Do twenty-one seconds and catch a body
Then you really on
Don't mean to have a flashback
We got that nigga gone i ain't a Saint
But you know we play for the dome
Red flag, lot of Blood shit goin' on
Free my Crip, take no pictures, baby
Hold your phone
Chopper spittin', you hear that shh, yeah
That nigga gone
Well, brodie tryna join the team
I'm finna bring him home
Lash gang, Nightingale, this shit in my soul
Bullet holes where his heart should be
They outside
Bend the block once and park the Jeep
The plug ready, it's a hit
He got tons of P's
Red flag, lot of Blood shit goin' on
Free my Crip, take no pictures, baby
Hold your phone
Chopper spittin', you hear that shh, yeah
That nigga gone
Well, brodie tryna join the team
I'm finna bring him home
Lash gang, Nightingale, this shit in my soul
Bullet holes where his heart should be
They outside
Bend the block once and park the Jeep
The plug ready, it's a hit
He got tons of P's
Got opp pack zaza, love my weed
PTSD, my thirty close by
You ain't a stepper
You out here shootin' with closed eyes
Gave you pole, you left it homе
When you finna slide?
My drum look like boxing glovеs
Who you finna fight?
Nigga, I still'll get jiggy i love guns
I can't wait to cock this ten milly
The little bitch want me and bro
We goin' fifty-fifty
Keep a blicky in the bity
I can't let 'em get me
Nah, can't let 'em take me out
Boys blurped me with the slam
I had to throw it out
Speakin' to the bitch like a bitch, nigga
Close your mouth
Red flag, lot of Blood shit goin' on
Free my Crip, take no pictures, baby
Hold your phone
Chopper spittin', you hear that shh, yeah
That nigga gone
Well, brodie tryna join the team
I'm finna bring him home
Lash gang, Nightingale, this shit in my soul
Bullet holes where his heart should be
They outside
Bend the block once and park the Jeep
The plug ready, it's a hit
He got tons of P's
Red flag, nigga, then we lash for P's
Everybody get it
Think my last plug was Japanese
Nigga, pass the toolie, nigga
'cause you ain't finna squeeze
Bitch, I'm a god, we take lives
So you should get on your knees
Boys on us, you know they want us to freeze
Do the dash, I'm like, "Nigga, please"
Bitch know I'm in the hood
It's gon' cost her a fee
Ayy, ayy, I want big racks
Call Wes like, "Cuddy, where the licks at?"
Four ohs, ten millis, yeah, they missin' us
Nigga, I most definitely ain't
With the chit-chat
Red flag, lot of Blood shit goin' on
7th Street, Nightingale
They know what block we on
Do twenty-one seconds and catch a body
Then you really on
Don't mean to have a flashback
We got that nigga gone i ain't a Saint
But you know we play for the dome
Red flag, lot of Blood shit goin' on
Free my Crip, take no pictures, baby
Hold your phone
Chopper spittin', you hear that shh, yeah
That nigga gone
Well, brodie tryna join the team
I'm finna bring him home
Lash gang, Nightingale, this shit in my soul
Bullet holes where his heart should be
They outside
Bend the block once and park the Jeep
The plug ready, it's a hit
He got tons of P's