Red Tape Intro

.223 shoot a fuck nigga right outta his zone .357 leave that odd shit alone 5.56 I den picked up the stick 7.62 rippin' straight through his ribs Cut off his hand give a fuck how he feel 81k feel like Kobe for real, I've been Balling for real, high class nigga for real Wiping my ass with the Rose for real Bitch I'm good on any block witcho bitch ass Hop out the coupe they like Dre witcho rich ass Ran through a hunnit like Bolt I den did the dash Fuck up her tracks when I cum, now the bitch mad You bitches wasn't even fucking with me Now the money on me, now she sucking on me Oh now Bitches Wanna cuddle with me You a Goofy lil bitch Hoe Ain't nothing for free Sometimes I feel like I'm a ugly bitch, these niggas ain't fucking with me Sometimes I feel like a sidity bitch, broke nigga can't do business with me Them bullets gone leave niggas holy Pastor ain't even preying on me Choppa gone drum like the choir Motherfucker ain't missing a beat I made it out, I'm too fresh for the street, I ain't losing no sleep, Fuck who looking for me Finesse the game, bitch I'm playing for keeps Bitch This a track hawk, ain't no regular jeep Bitch ain't no money, ain't no talking to me Tryna walk up on me, Get white chalked 'bout me Check the red tape all this money on me These Niggas mad, ain't no answer for me (Check the red tape, all this money on me) (These Niggas mad, ain't no answer for me) .223 shoot a fuck nigga right outta his zone .357 leave that odd shit at home 5.56 I den picked up the stick 7.62 rippin straight through his ribs