Red Flag ft. Psweatpants Lyrics

It's a red flag, it's a red flag

It's a red flag

It's a red flag, it's a red flag

It's a red flag

Yah, yah, yah, yah

Lames in the comments acting like they know me

They don't know how my past got me on crud

Think they better but they never ever show me

It's just weird how they hate when they show love

Z list so they know they can't approach me

Behind my back on the gram they can talk tough

Idle hands and the devil nah dey can't control me

Designer brands are a mask for their own ones

Jealousy don't step to me, it's a myth to me that's facts tho

Heresy don't stress to me when I get that Goldman Sachs dough

Prophecy, it's meant to be, see winning is my brand so

'Nuff man in my DMs cause they wanting El Dorado

Oh - now switch up the flow

Bad man go, it's time to go home

Not in the zone

Stay down low with da eediat people

Stare at your phone

Nah you ain't no don

And you ain't no Corleone

Been too long putting you on

While you sucking dry like a bone

Red flag here, red flag der

Blue lights shining, sirens blare

War man riddim, Tony Blair

Red lights shining, don't go there

Red flag here, red flag der

Blue lights shining, sirens blare

War man riddim, cold in here

Red lights shining don't go there

Lames in the comments acting like they know me

They don't know how my past got me on crud

Think they better but they never ever show me

It's just weird how they hate when they show love

I, I never lack, state of attack

Red and blue lights past the red flags

I never slack

Never do that

Cut off my foes, snakes and the rats

You hear the drum go rata tat tat

Man I be high just like a flat

Covering cheap Tories did that

I be a G's

Man I be out 'ere tryna get p

Smoking my vapours, smoking my weed

Conjuring flows, mashing up beats

Walking with steez, talking my greaze

Stepping to me with intensity

Talking your shit the audacity

Step on his face like my name Bruce Lee

I- got the beat back and I'm slaying the tracks

And I'm all about hustle out 'ere getting stacks

And sharpening bars to cut through like an axe

Cooking up fools, bacon and baps

Writing my bars spraying out crack

Super aggressive vulgar and that

Give no fucks back my chat

You will get smoked like salmon and that

Thrown in the hedges Benson and that

Light up a fool while keeping my cool

Lyrical tool for any buffoon

Yeah it be P yeah it be sweats

Killing these tunes spitting my truth

Chilling with goons tearing down booths

Like what

Lames in the comments acting like they know me

They don't know how my past got me on crud

Think they better but they never ever show me

It's just weird how they hate when they show love

It's a red flag, it's a red flag

It's a red flag

It's a red flag, it's a red flag

It's a red flag