Crimson Lyrics

Never make the homies catch you on the block

They gon stretch you out leave you looking like a sock

Everybody outside smoking good pot

Black Glock made him dance like TikTok

Zooming like a rocket I'm not talking Johnny

Feeling like Meg the way bullets hit your body

They gon fold you I'm not talking origami

Playing no games I'm not talking Atari

I'm from Miami the way we always drunk

Feeling like King James when I hit the dunk

Everybody want the blue strips they don't rock with ones

She got her weave snatched she looked like a monk

I just rode in a two seater

I was always doing stunts I'm not talking Peter

We had a need for speed look up on the meter

I just made a hit I'm not talking Derek Jeter

Getting clout from my tactics

I was never balling I'm not a Maverick

I always used to think love was like magic

I was always trying to get the match lit

Feel like Jay Rock I was making win-wins

Everyone on demon time they be trying to sin

Going through the city I'm not talking Tintin

Bullets hit his chin turnt him crimson

He had a few chills a while ago

All the bullets piercing him no ear lobes

He think it's a game ain't no cheat codes

Getting shot like a half court free throw

Stainless steel

Made him get a feel

I'm not talking Meg

He felt it in the heel

I think it hit his spleen shaking in the knees

Colder than the sea

For real G you don't wanna leak like it's Halloween

I heard you with the powder

Heard you with the caine

Heard you with the bands

Heard you with the cake

Heard you in the spot

Heard you in the maze

Heard you with the tea

Heard you with the rain

Snipers on the roof no red nose

Bullets making him shake no red nose

They were lighting up now they finna smoke

Finna make a toast

Getting clout from my tactics

I was never balling I'm not a Maverick

I always used to think love was like magic

I was always trying to get the match lit

Feel like Jay Rock I was making win-wins

Everyone on demon time they be trying to sin

Going through the city I'm not talking Tintin

Bullets hitting his chin turnt him crimson

They in love with smoking dead opps

They be at the other side running from the cops

They got the firearm that'll make your top drop

It'll make you dance it'll make your ears pop

They got dropped to the curb like a drop off

So they fast forward I don't mean Miatas

You can hear the drum beat like a choppa

No champagne bottles they gon pop off