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[Intro]
Yea, uh
[Hook]
My b*tch addicted to red bottoms
Point âem out, my youngin head shot âem (prrrrr!)
Come from the block, now we headlininâ (block!)
My phone off, they think the Feds got âem (hello?)
My b*tch addicted to red bottoms (uh!)
Point âem out, my youngin head shot âem (you see âem!)
Come from the block, now we headlininâ (from the block!)
My phone off, they think the Feds got âem (ah!)
They think the Feds got âem
My phone off, they think the Feds got âem
My b*tch addicted to red bottoms (aww yea!)
Point âem out, my youngin head shot âem (pow!)
They think the Feds got âem
My phone off, they think the Feds got âem
Come from the block, now we headlininâ (from the block!)
Point âem out, my youngin head shot âem
[Verse 1]
Like Earl Manigault, the block jumpinâ
You was soft, gettinâ money made you stop pumpinâ (stop that, my n*gga)
Quarter pound, broke it down, I supply onions (Os!)
Theyâll never have your back, probably die frontinâ
Me and Rico, thatâs a kilo! (Rico!)
Slidinâ through the heights, me Gutter, Mac and Lethal
Black Balenciagas, hundred dollars on the free throw
Summertime indictment, get excited, Iâm âa reload
You ainât never came up in the gutter
Everybody selling butter and them snitches undercover (uh!)
Locos trappinâ out of {bleep} spot on the DS
It donât matter, summer, spring or winter, n*gga we fresh
Got a couple dollars, told my jeweler Iâm âa holler
Radio copped the Impala, make my pound, like he eat next
Got maxed the Rollie, my youngins âll take your arm for it
Passed it to my shooter, he ainât even have to call for it
That money, n*gga we all for it
Any gun you want on deck, just make a call for it (any gun!)
On the block, posted like a small forward (posted!)
I be excitinâ my women, your b*tches all bored (hah!)
We was into movinâ powder like a chalkboard {sniff}
Iâm tryinâ to park Mazerattis while you park Fords (errrr!)
You was cuttinâ up your work, we gave âem all raw
Knockinâ off this pack of Molly, rockinâ Tom Fords (ah!)
[Hook]
My b*tch addicted to red bottoms
Point âem out, my younginâ head shot âem (prrrrr!)
Come from the block, now we headlininâ (from the block!)
My phone off, they think the Feds got âem (hello?)
My b*tch addicted to red bottoms (Christians!)
Point âem out, my younginâ head shot âem (head shot!)
Come from the block, now we headlininâ (Eastside!)
My phone off, they think the Feds got âem (no!)
They think the Feds got âem
My phone off, they think the Feds got âem
My b*tch addicted to red bottoms
Point âem out, my younginâ head shot âem (prrrrrrr!)
They think the Feds got âem (no!)
My phone off, they think the Feds got âem
Come from the block, now we headlininâ (from the block!)
Point âem out, my younginâ head shot âem (blah!)
[Verse 2]
Iâve seen that angel dust leave the block naked
Surround sound through your town, drop vibratinâ (ugh!)
I was born with it, you ainât got it, probâly die hatinâ (hah!)
Summer time, Lenox Ave, probâly tri-state him (uptown!)
Them b*tches wanna f*ck, Iâm thinkinâ âwhy date âem?â (why?)
Pounds flip, Iâm with my brown b*tch, so now I laid the (uh!)
Penthouse up in the clouds, sh*t skyscrapinâ
Feds got the block bakinâ, paper I canât stop chasinâ
Cocaine cookinâ, kitchen smellinâ like bleach (woo!)
Every block I go, these n*ggas tell me Iâm the streets (Gotti!)
Sippinâ Margheritas with a diva on the beach
Love static, catch a n*gga in traffic, I feel like Reese (bang!)
Denim the supplier, Iâve been in the dope spot
Fiends noddinâ, knockinâ Stevie Ribbon in the Sky (ah!)
Woke up with your b*tch, she let me hit it from the side
Conversatinâ with my loc, he said he crippinâ âtill he die (loc!)
Bury n*ggas alive like Pesci and his brother (uh!)
Middle of the desert, send that picture to their mother
I was Young Thugginâ âfore I heard of Danny Glover
Oilâs burninâ, I can smell it, f*ck breakfast, we got butter
Two b*tches from Texas in a Lexus, me and Butter
Thatâs my Queens n*gga, treat my momma like his mother
Flagrant ass rappers, most these n*ggas undercover
Pillow talkinâ to them b*tches âtill them n*ggas under covers (light it!)
[Hook]
My b*tch addicted to red bottoms
Point âem out, my younginâ head shot âem (line âem!)
Come from the block, now he headlininâ (yea!)
My phone off, they think the Feds got âem (hello?)
My b*tch addicted to red bottoms
Point âem out, my younginâ head shot âem (all them!)
Come from the block, now he headlininâ (from the block!)
My phone off, they think the Feds got âem (hello?)
They think the Feds got âem
My phone off, they think the Feds got âem
My b*tch addicted to red bottoms
Point âem out, my youngin head shot âem
They think the Feds got âem
My phone off, they think the Feds got âem
Come from the block, now we headlininâ
Point âem out, my youngin head shot âem