Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Red Down, artist - Killumantii. Date of issue: 26.07.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Red Down |
| One thing I cant stand is a messy ass hoe |
| Always running her damn mouth |
| Always telling folks what she know |
| Shut the fuck up bitch |
| Cause you really sound retarded |
| Got folks outside finna fight |
| Over some shit that you done started |
| See that’s why I don’t fuck with these bitches |
| And none of the niggas |
| Cause they messy too |
| These niggas be lying |
| For the ops they be spying |
| And they be denying |
| The shit that be true |
| And these hoes ain’t one hundred |
| They flip floppy too |
| Start up some shit |
| And then blame it on you |
| Start up some rumors |
| That ain’t even true |
| Now you hearing shit about you |
| That you ain’t even do |
| Like «yes girl she said don’t show nobody |
| But I’m finna let you see» |
| But if she said nobody |
| Then why the fuck you showing me |
| You hoes ain’t finna hang with me |
| Tuh look I gotta go |
| And I ain’t got time for none of y’all hoes |
| Cause all of y’all petty miserable and broke |
| Look drop top be the coupe |
| Look shit on niggas like poop |
| I be strapped up like a troop |
| Running solo, fuck the group |
| If you ain’t the gang then you die with the opposite |
| Niggas can’t think for themselves they incompetent |
| I’m here to stop this shit, watch niggas copy this |
| I cannot operate in all the sloppiness |
| And I ain’t stopping until all of my bitches we’re riding in beamers |
| And I said I could do it but nobody ever believed us |
| We headed away so you know they call us the leaders |
| And these niggas, they copy cause they know they wanna be us |
| Red down I be dressing red down |
| Put my beamer in reverse |
| Just to turn that bitch around |
| Red down I be dressing red down |
| Put my beamer in reverse |
| Just to turn that bitch around |
| Look beamers, whips, chains walla |
| I need all the fucking walla |
| Look beamers, whips, chains walla |
| I need all the fucking walla |
| Red bottoms when I step |
| Messy shit that’s all she text |
| All her calls they get reject |
| All that lying gone get you checked |
| Chains on me heavy just look how it glistens |
| Engine so loud it’ll make a nigga listen |
| Ian signing shit, ion fuck with petitions |
| Had to run it up, had yo change my condition |
| How you gone talk shit from the phone that I bought you |
| Tryna cover shit up but we already caught you |
| And that supreme headband must be glued to your head |
| Cause we ain’t never seen you in a picture without it |
| Is his phone on yet? |
| uh I doubt it |
| Ain’t pulled up or did shit else about it |
| Tried to say she don’t fuck with me or music either |
| But you was clapping for me like you had gonorrhea |
| Bitch |
| Red down I be dressing red down |
| Put my beamer in reverse |
| Just to turn that bitch around |
| Red down I be dressing red down |
| Put my beamer in reverse |
| Just to turn that bitch around |
| Look beamers, whips, chains walla |
| I need all the fucking walla |
| Look beamers, whips, chains walla |
| I need all the fucking walla |