they're not bad just misunderstood looking for a miss that'll kiss on the world you got a fatty you should tag me or something and i don't see no haters at these hip hop functions no patio construction your brain a malfunction no cap get cash murder your fitted cap diss that boom that plus get your hoe back mixed with our soul crack 50 round drum begging like the steel drum we been gully dip our paper planes in wet like sully aviators
red and black
hey come leeches make her yeah sick of rick ross that's my big dog had to call the plug get the brakes off i'm whipping the farms like i'm in monticello got [ __ ] on my line yelling child bella we riding with the man like we ain't got fellas i been boys yeah they can't get rid of us slipping too much honey got a hangover smoking all this body trips to hand over we cruising in the alps in the range over yelling at the dj play the beat over there
acknowledge it i be in the college's brown bag and yeah yo drug dealing for a scholarship make room for your god if you wanna slice make room for the pie on the way to the top like balloons in the sky time for war my platoon has arrived we don't break formation we can't more patient crispy bills blue or green faces blue pills yellows i keep grabbing give it to these fiends you see they keep scratching enemies you see they keep gapping loyalty they lacking they wrestle as a rapper that ak though catch them off guard like a rko then it's tko got my bk bros homes and sell it all up on ebay homes it's the red and black it's the red and black
red and black bro