RED DIZZY

Lyrics

Snatchin' geeks
Early mornin', shoot up in the back seat
Nigga sweet, south of hell, somethin' just like cream of wheat

Sweep you off your feet
Broomstick a nigga, hood sweet
These lil niggas, don't want war with me
Want no war with me

Choppa bullets, stretch ya arteries, stretch ya arteries,
These lil niggas, don't want war with me, want no war with me
Choppa bullets, stretch ya arteries, stretch ya arteries,
These lil niggas, don't want war with me, want no war with me

I'm a real street nigga, you can tell by how I talk
You can tell from my posture you can tell by how I walk
I got a lot of battle wounds I'm a general of war
In Amiri gettin' dressed up my pants work of art

Foe'nem ain't go to court, so he got a warrant out
I got 200 on my dash, so you know I burnt out
She ain't been with me for two days, and she turnt out
You ain't cookin' dope or buying fuck up out my trap house

Rari shakin' on a blender, like I'm sprinklin' a hoe out
Gotta let a window up cause you get high if you don't
I can't lend a nigga nothing, I can show, or probably front
You can call me anything, as long as Mr. in front

Red I know you ain't jus drop a G on a chrome hat
Red Dirt he just dropped a hunnit Gs on a hellcat
That nigga DG dropped 50 on an Audi Sportback
And Rari pulled up in a 812 flamin gross pack

Im walkin wit my bitch and niggas look at me like who is that
She got a pretty face, slim waist you know that ass fat
I Got a glo man ski on moving tact with my gat
Lil boy you fuck wit FGE we smokin on ya ass pack

Movin fast motor throw a tantrum you hear that supercharger
NYPD ain't catching me I move like Peter Parker
Big bro done had a baby boy we take his ass to Carter's
Rari said Red Dirt keep doin ya thang you know we goin harder

Ain't no lovey dovey on no skeeza girl don't even bother
Bitches out here don't give a fuck like they ain't got no father
Beaming crystals up on my neck these bitches wet like water
Alcantara suede up in the Rari spent about a quarter

That be me, it's Red Dirt on tha Beat
Any bitch that fuck with me they love Red Dirt up in the sheets
Track a nigga down in a hawk that's Red Dirt in a Jeep
They like don't fuck with him they know Red Dirt hold 50 BMG

They like don't fuck with him they know Red got the heat under the seat
They like the bitches fuck with Red think he the King of R&B
They like you can't fuck with Dizzy he got Rari on his team
Lil nigga you don't want war with him you don't want war with me

Pussy boy you don't want war with him you want no war wit me
Seven point six two rip through veins and arteries
Girl want me to take her out to eat she better order me
Red Dirt gon eat it like ice cream till her eyes watery

Pick my bitch up in a lamb truck her coochie watery
Aventador shoot flames think she like it more than me
She talkin double dutch while im in it can't take more of me
Lil girl you don't want war with the D you don't want war with me