Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Sky Red, artist - Toosii.
Date of issue: 05.02.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Sky Red |
I paint the sky red, shit, with all of my opps' head, nigga, all of my opps dead |
He can play 'til he drop dead, 'til we pop heads, he can play, but he not fed |
Think I ain’t hear what the opps said, when I heard what the opps said, |
got the opps dead |
Yeah, think I’m in love whenever the sky red, think I love when the sky red |
Young nigga too fly, how I drip like a pageant do |
You got cash, I ain’t mad at you |
I catch that boy, then I’m gon' end up taggin' you |
Like a ref, I ain’t flaggin' you, yeah |
Just ask the last nigga, we put him in the past, nigga, ask that boy what the |
bag’ll do |
You say you got a strap, nigga, I’m glad you in your bag, nigga, |
he don’t know that I got a few |
R2R Dre up the murder rate |
JBlyckk’ll shoot, catch a murder case |
My niggas ride with a .38, yeah |
Special, I got me a .38 |
Used to live out the motel, not a hotel, had to dip like Rotel, yeah, uh |
If I don’t know a ho well, then I’m treatin' a ho shell, I remember they closed |
bail |
On my niggas who fightin' them fed cases now |
Now his head racin' now |
I cut the locs 'cause my head breakin' out |
Know my head vacant now, yeah |
Empty mind, but a nigga gon' prosper |
He wan' play, we send him to the doctor |
Smart bitch say she wan' be a proctor |
I woke the world up whenever I shocked 'em |
Now everything goin' viral, and everybody watchin' |
I remember I worked at Nancy’s Pizzeria |
10 a.m. I was wakin' up, I had to clock in |
I used to write in my closet |
Now a young nigga poppin', look at all I accomplished |
I ran it up like I’m Sonic |
It wasn’t shit they could do that could stop it |
I paint the sky red, shit, with all of my opps' head, nigga, all of my opps dead |
He can play 'til he drop dead, 'til we pop heads, he can play, but he not fed |
Think I ain’t hear what the opps said, when I heard what the opps said, |
got the opps dead |
Yeah, think I’m in love whenever the sky red, think I love when the sky red |
Young nigga too fly, how I drip like a pageant do |
You got cash, I ain’t mad at you |
I catch that boy, then I’m gon' end up taggin' you |
Like a ref, I ain’t flaggin' you, yeah |
Just ask the last nigga, we put him in the past, nigga, ask that boy what the |
bag’ll do |
You say you got a strap, nigga, I’m glad you in your bag, nigga, |
he don’t know that I got a few |
Dead bodies sittin' right in my closet, ayy, I just made a deposit |
We catch that boy, then we gon' get it poppin', uh |
Oh, you thought we was stoppin', huh? |
Checked out, I been gettin' my check in |
They don’t like when we flexin' |
40 bust, I’ma get to the wreckin' |
Shit kick like Tekken |
Chain clang on me when I’m recording |
I ain’t mad, 'cause I couldn’t afford it |
R.I.P. |
my granddaddy, he used to love them 40's |
He the reason I don’t love a shawty |
You the reason that a nigga don’t call noobody |
I used to want all your body |
You remember when I used to want all your body |
Don’t do drugs, spend my all on bodies |
I spend my all on bodies |
If I spin a bend, I’ma catch me a homi' |
Draco, turned it into a tommy |
He’ll figure if I pull out the tommy |
A nigga gon' duck like goose, uh |
My side won’t duck when they shoot, yeah |
We gon' just up it, ain’t with the discussion |
My shit gon' bust like fruits (Yeah, uh) |
I paint the sky red, shit, with all of my opps' head, nigga, all of my opps dead |
He can play 'til he drop dead, 'til we pop heads, he can play, but he not fed |
Think I ain’t hear what the opps said, when I heard what the opps said, |
got the opps dead |
Yeah, think I’m in love whenever the sky red, think I love when the sky red |
Young nigga too fly, how I drip like a pageant do |
You got cash, I ain’t mad at you |
I catch that boy, then I’m gon' end up taggin' you |
Like a ref, I ain’t flaggin' you, yeah |
Just ask the last nigga, we put him in the past, nigga, ask that boy what the |
bag’ll do |
You say you got a strap, nigga, I’m glad you in your bag, nigga, |
he don’t know that I got a few |