[Verse 1]
One thing I can’t stand is a messy ass hoe
Always running her damn mouth
Always telling folks what she know
Shut the fuck up bitch ‘cause you really sound retarded
Got folks outside finna fight
Over some shit that you done started
See, that’s why ion fucking with these bitches
And none of these nigga’s ‘cause they messy too
These nigga’s be lyin’ for the opp’s they be spying
And they be denying the shit that be true
And these hoe’s ain’t 100 they flip floppy too
Start up some shit then play it on you
Start up some rumors that ain’t even true
Now you hearin’ shit about you that ain’t even true
Like, “yes girl she said don’t show nobody but I’m finna let you see”
But if she said nobody then why the fuck you showing me?
Ya hoes ain’t finna hang with me
Tuh, Look I gotta go
And I ain’t got time for none of ya hoe’s cuz all ya petty, miserable, and broke
Look, drop top be the Coupe
Look, shit on nigga’s like poop
I be strapped up like a troop
Running solo fuck a group
If you ain’t the gang then you down with the opposites
Nigga’s can’t think for they selves they incompetent
I’m here to stop this shit, Watch nigga’s copy this
I cannot operate in all this sloppy ness, Ah! Ah!
And I ain’t stopping till all of my bitches be riding in Bema’s
And I said I could do it but nobody ever believed us!
We ahead of the wave so you know that they call us the leaders!
And these nigga’s they copy ‘cause they know they wanna be us!

(Hook)
Red Down I be dressed in Red Down but my Bema in reverse just to turn that bitch around! (2x)
Look, Bema’s, Whip’s, Chains, Walla
I need all my fucking walla
Look, Bema’s, Whip’s, Chains, Walla
I need all my fucking walla

[Verse 2]
Red Bottoms when I step
Messy shit that’s all she text
All her calls, they get reject!
All that lyin’ gon get you checked!
Ah! Chain’s on me heavy just look how it glisten’s
Engine’s so loud it’ll make a nigga listen (Woo!)
Ain’t signing shit ion fuck with petitions
Had to run it up, Had to change my conditions
How you talk shit from the phone that I bought you
Tried to cover shit up but we already caught you
And that supreme headband! Must be glued to ya head
‘Cause we ain’t ever see you in a picture without
Is the phone on yet? Uhh.. I doubt it
Ain’t pulled up or did shit else about it
Tried to say she don’t fuck with me or my music either
But you was clapping for me like you had gonorrhea

(Hook)
Red Down I be dressed in Red Down put my Bema in reverse just to turn that bitch around!
Look, Bema’s, Whip’s, Chain’s, Walla
I need all my fucking walla
Look, Bema’s, Whip’s, Chain’s, Walla
I need all the fucking walla
AH! AH!

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