Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song RED DEAD, artist - Vendetta.
Date of issue: 25.04.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
RED DEAD |
No disrespect is tolerated hit yo neck wit steel |
Ay security jus pat me down snuck in my pistol still |
Ay if security go pat him down I bet they find some pills |
Like what the fuck that shit is lame I swear that shit gon get you killed |
Killed, laid to rest |
When I lay down some bullets and aim at yo chest |
And I aim at his head if he wearin a vest |
When u speak on my name become one wit the dead |
Speak on the lxnd become one wit his lead |
Five fifty six comin right for his head |
Me and lil jugg comin right for the bread |
We on some cowboy shit red dead |
Put that boy in a box ship him out fed ex |
Want some beef now that boy want medics |
On da top rope Glock hit a suplex |
Jus got throat from the bitch we can’t text |
Face a wood of some za for my stress |
Yes, bless |
Damn this shit hurt my chest |
Yeh, yeh |
No disrespect is tolerated hit yo neck wit steel |
Ay security jus pat me down snuck in my pistol still |
Ay if security go pat him down I bet dey find some pills |
Like what the fuck that shit is lame I swear that shit gon get you killed |
Killed, laid to rest |
When I lay down some bullets and aim at yo chest |
And I aim at his head if he wearin a vest |
When you speak on my name become one wit the dead |
Speak on da lxnd become one wit his lead |
Five fifty six comin right for his head |
Me and lil jugg comin right for the bread |
We on some cowboy shit red dead |
Put that boy in a box ship him out fed ex |
Want some beef now that boy want medics |
On the top rope Glock hit a suplex |
Jus got throat from da bitch we can’t text |
Face a wood of some za for my stress |
Yes, bless |
Damn this shit hurt my chest |
Yeh, yeh |