[Producer Tag: grax]
​grax, what the fuck? (grax, what the fuck? grax, what the-)

[Intro: redster]
Alright, Kareena, say it

[Watermark: redster & Kareena]
Uh, hi, red!

[Verse 1: Redster]
I don't like chasin' the hoe, but I get to dippin' if it's 'bout the paper (Yeah, yeah)
That n***a think that he big, put 8 in his back like he play for the Lakers (Brrah!)
Tryna' get muhfuckin' lit, me and my n***as some muhfuckin' ragers (Some muhfuckin' ragers)
This chain on my neck from the tundra, I walk with the weight of a glacier (Yeah, let's go!)
When it comes to my muhfuckin' money, then you know that I get a little impatient (Yeah!)
She throw it back like a beast, but there ain't no beast that lil' redster ain't tamin' (Aye!)
Man, I got a whole lot of shooters
Hatin' on me and you met wit' them Haitians (Boom!)
I run the whole damn' block
Wake up and I put my foot on the pavement
Walkin' him down and I'm kickin' the door
I know some n***as that stealin' my flow (Bitch!)
D-M-V n***as, how I want some mo' (Yeah!)
I'm gettin' lit, uh-uh, let's go! (Let's go!)
My chopper start singin' like Austin & Ally (Bah!)
Man, I get to work and you n***as just dally (Lil' bitch!)
I know some n***as who hate that I'm winnin'
​redster eternal, won't see the finale (Dumb bitch, dumb hoe!)
[Verse 2: shofu]
Aye, I know some n***as that owe me some paper
Fucked around, now your life is in danger
I need my cash in a bag or we knock out his eye
He gon' look like he play for the Raiders (Bah!)
Keep me a beam wit' a scope and I use it
I never been pussy, it's not in my nature (Nah)
Drop yo' ass in the grave, you was talkin'- (Fuck n***a!)
Now a dead body yo' neighbor
We puttin' in labor like- (Bitch!)
I'm finna' paint the scenario
​shofu and red finna' kill him like Terrio (Ooh!)
Point his ass out, we like, "There he go"
Shoota's gon' let off a round like a merry-go (Brrah!)
You was talkin' online, what you scary fo'
Hole in his body, he look like a Cherrio (Boom-Boom-Boom!)
We makin' waves like a radio
Don't try to play me though (Nah)
Don't try to play me, hoe (Bitch)
Choppa' like Damian
We finna' shoot like the playoffs (Bah! Bah!)
Keep me a knife and a chainsaw
I'm not a pirate, I keep me a A-R (Brrah!)
We draw the weapon like a crayons
No John Travolta, it's shootin' his face off (Bitch!)
Chasin' a bag, ain't no days off
Ain't savin' a hoe, bitch I ain't got no cape on (Yeah-Yeah!)
Hol' up (Yuh)
I got these hoes on my dick, I don't pay no attention (Nah)
I got my mind on a check, if it ain't 'bout no money, the fuck out my mentions (Bitch)
That bitch get ignored for a bag, if she hangin' around add her to my collection
Catch him, we stretch him (Bah!)
Shoot him up like a star since his ass got a death wish, uh (Death wish, uh, death wish, uh, death wish, uh, death wish, uh)