[Hook 1] (Yea! Uh) My bitch addicted to red bottoms (red bottoms!) Point him out, my youngin head shot him (prrrrr!) Come from the block, now we're headlining (the block!) My phone off, they think the Feds got him (hello?)
My bitch addicted to red bottoms (uh!) Point him out, my youngin head shot him (you see him!) Come from the block, now we're headlining (from the block!) My phone off, they think the Feds got him (ah!)
They think the Feds got him My phone off, they think the Feds got him My bitch addicted to red bottoms (aww yea!) Point him out, my youngin head shot him (pow!) They think the Feds got him My phone off, they think the Feds got him (the Feds got him) Come from the block, now we're headlining (from the block!) Point him out, my youngin head shot him
[Verse 1] Like Earl Manigault, the block's jumping You was soft, getting money made you stop pumping (stop that, my nigga) Quarter pound, broke it down, I supply onions (some Os!) They ’ll never have your back, probably die fronting Me and Rico, that’s a kilo! (Rico!) Sliding through The Heights, me, Gutter, Mac and Lethal (uh) Black Balenciagas, hundred dollars on the free throw Summertime indictment, get excited, I’m ‘a reload {rrraaa!) You ain’t never came up in the gutter Everybody selling butter and them snitches undercover (uh!) Locos trapping out of {bleep} spot on the DS It don’t matter, summer, spring or winter, nigga we fresh Got a couple dollars, told my jeweler I’m ‘a holler Radio copped the Impala, make my pound, like he eat's next Yacht Master Rollie, my youngins’ll take your arm for it Passed it to my shooter, he ain’t even have to call for it That money, nigga 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 exciting my women, your bitches all bored (hah!) We was into moving powder like a chalkboard {sniff} I’m trying to park Maseratis while you park Fords (errrr!) You was cutting up your work, we gave 'em all raw Knocking off this pack of Molly, rocking Tom Fords (ah!)
[Hook 2] My bitch addicted to red bottoms (red bottoms!) Point him out, my youngin head shot him (prrrrr!) Come from the block, now we're headlining (from the block!) My phone off, they think the Feds got him (hello?)
My bitch addicted to red bottoms (Christians!) Point him out, my youngin head shot him (head shot!) Come from the block, now we're headlining (Eastside!) My phone off, they think the Feds got him (no!)
They think the Feds got him My phone off, they think the Feds got him My bitch addicted to red bottoms (bottoms!) Point him out, my youngin head shot him (prrrrrrr!) They think the Feds got him (no!) My phone off, they think the Feds got him Come from the block, now we're headlining (from the block!) Point him out, my youngin head shot him (blah!)
[Verse 2] I’ve seen that angel dust leave the block naked (butt naked!) Surround sound through your town, drop's vibrating (ugh!) I was born with it, you ain’t got it, pro'ly die hating (hah!) Summer time, Lenox Ave, pro'ly tri-state him (uptown!) Them bitches wanna fuck, I’m thinking “why date 'em?” (why?) Pounds flip, I’m with my brown bitch, so now I laid the (uh!) Penthouse up in the clouds, shit's skyscraping Feds got the block baking, paper I can’t stop chasing Cocaine cooking, kitchen smelling like bleach (woo!) Every block I go, these niggas tell me I’m the streets (Gotti!) Sipping margheritas with a diva on the beach Love static, catch him naked in traffic, I'll feel like Reese (bang!) Denim & Supply, I’ve been in the dope spot Fiends nodding, knocking Stevie Ribbon in the Sky (ah!) Woke up with your bitch, she let me hit it from the side Conversating with my loc, he said he Cripping ‘til he dies (loc!) Bury niggas alive like Pesci and his brother (uh!) Middle of the desert, send that picture to their mother I was Young Thugging 'fore I heard of Danny Glover Oil’s burning, I can smell it, fuck breakfast, we've got butter Two bitches from Texas in a Lexus, me and Butter That’s my Queens nigga, treat my momma like his mother Flagrant ass rappers, most these niggas undercover Pillow talking to them bitches ‘til them niggas under covers (Light it!)
[Hook 3] My bitch addicted to red bottoms (red bottoms!) Point him out, my youngin head shot him (line 'im!) Come from the block, now we're headlining (yea!) My phone off, they think the Feds got him (hello?)
My bitch addicted to red bottoms (red bottoms!) Point him out, my youngin head shot him (all them!) Come from the block, now we're headlining (from the block!) My phone off, they think the Feds got him (hello?)
They think the Feds got him My phone off, they think the Feds got him My bitch addicted to red bottoms Point him out, my youngin head shot him They think the Feds got him My phone off, they think the Feds got him Come from the block, now we're headlining Point him out, my youngin head shot himTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
