Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Red Freestyle, artist - Kaiydo.
Date of issue: 11.03.2016
Song language: English
Red Freestyle |
I seen the proof |
Neighborhood mobbin' |
Boy I heard you makin' moves |
And they could be lyin' |
But way that they talkin' I doubt it it’s probably true |
I just been Ducked off with Friday and Jump and |
They say they heard somethin' they ain’t got a clue |
We just keep it movin' like the chain go |
Goin' dummy hittin donuts in Durangos (aye) |
I be wit' my camp like lazlo (lazlo |
You be wit' them snakes like rango?(rango) |
I been that nigga since high key (aye) |
You the type of nigga like to stay low (stay low) |
I’m a cool kid from Orlando |
So you know I had to hit ‘em with the Wu flow (dang) |
So you really believe these niggas (aw damn) |
I’m just wonderin' I scheved these niggas (aye) |
And my mans keep a mask on year-round |
They don’t even wait for Halloween my nigga |
I’m just tryna intervene God willin' |
But my feature lookin' mean my nigga |
And Jay keep tellin' me to chill |
I been talkin' like Drake since his arms got bigger |
Lately got ‘em all tryna fit into the image |
Imma mess around and crop ‘em all out the picture |
I remember back when Ball was life |
Wasn’t going anywhere unless Spalding was wit me |
Lost in the sauce get involved with the mission |
If he talk can he walk? |
Off-the-bark? |
Can he swim? |
You a dog but the bite and the bark hella different |
If you try me I’ma have to make a call to my niggas |
Get involved now you lost get you tossed in a minute |
Lil nigga talkin like you tall I admit it |
But it’s cool i ain’t never had a problem wit niggas |
Cuz you get to talkin crazy im a god with the scissors |
Cut you off now you salty and flawed go figure |
I can rap on this song for a week my nigga |
Talkin heat drop a bomb on the beat my nigga |
Can’t stand me? |
Take a front row seat my nigga |
Aye but its cool tho just throw me them hundos |
I taught the to whole team how to do it like Squanto |
I do what i want tho you ain’t even catch it |
Bust into yo front do deliver a message |
Them boys they want beef then ketchup to this lettuce |
And Let us Proceed to keep killin these dextros? |
(amphetamines) |
I said we gon' eat boi im hungry it’s evident |
Killed all these rappers my prints on the hamburgers? |
Told Metro I’ma need a hit right now |
I’ma need a zip full of loud |
And I ain’t even talkin bout weed |
Theres hella beats on the flashdrive file |
Throw the beef on the dinner plate towel |
Money kinda trippin im just tryna make it count |
Aye Jay let the beat breathe tell em that we out |