red key ft. Quise Mac Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2022
Lyrics
All my hoes get along
2 door coupe when I ride alone
Wockhardt lines better hit my phone
Ring ring ring put the bling bling on, yea yea
Slide in the back
Both tires spin hellcat in the back
5% tint always riding relax
223 got to ride with a gat, yea yea
Chrome heart me my life is dim
Remind me I get lost with the wind
Don't cross me I don't roll like them
Hold my lean I won't ask you again
Member them days we starving again
Robbing and running through cars again
Swiping and running through cards again
Nigga we breaking the laws again and again and again and again
Till all my niggas run up a million
Cash out on 600 Benz
Or we gone finesse you
My bitch from New York and she got 600 friends
Ain't none of them free
Set up some niggas call it family & friends
It's never gone end turn out the parking lot with family and friends
We all some speed demons
Riding round with her and her friends
I got that fye and it's tucked in my pants
Coming FR0M 0 ain't goin again
Run up the racks put momma on land
new G5 when I fly over land
Never gone back hope u get what I'm sayin
Chrome heart me my life is dim
Remind me I get lost with the wind
Don't cross me I don't roll like them
Hold my lean I won't ask you again
Member them days we starving again
Robbing and running through cars again
Swiping and running through cards again
Nigga we breaking the laws again and again and again and again
Smoke good gas shit exotic (shit exotic)
Wherever I'm at I'm a trendsetter
I got hoes in my bed like Hugh Hufner (yea)
I don't give a fuck money too long (too long)
VVS neck you got rhinestones
On the other side motherfucker switched the time zone
Know a couple niggas do it all for a M
This ain't Christian Louboutin, this Celine
Baby bottle pop and it's filled with the lean
Beat the pussy up and it came with the cream
Big Draco got long range (long range)
All of my niggas we stick together getting money we all on the same thing (same thing)
All of my niggas go crazy we strapped like the navy this shit like a gun range (gun range)
You don't want problems you ain't bout it (ain't bout it)
Keep that shit real too solid (too solid)
Stay on my Ps and Qs unbalanced
You don't want to play with the kid it get tragic
Niggas tryna copy the style it ain't normal
We thumbing through checks and getting it back
I want the head with no strings attached
I took your bitch you ain't getting her back yea