I'm a rasta, oh yeah, I'm a dada, oh yeah, I'm a rasta
Daydream made it so it's major, huh
Yeah, say you my partner, but you really want me dead
We clear him out, we send him shots right at his head
We bring him out that gang, business is what I said
GRFL that, be the gang, we bring him out, lil' pussy, yeah
We aim for headshots, f*ck that nigga, he dead now
Leave him in the cemetery, his people don't even know where he buried
Leave him on a cold day, his mama crying while I spit on his grave
Yeah, posted on the block the oppas at
Code 5 thats another hat, niggas try to go copy that
Man, I don't know what's wrong with dud
You f*ck around with these opp niggas we might have to get rid of you
Doin' them dirty, we gon' spray the tools
Out the chevy like them diggas do
It's code red when I'm called up in the action
These niggas dead, they get put up in to captions
It's all on him, but I send my truth up to God
They can't relate with this shit, I say that's on God
These niggas snakes, in the end, these niggas haters
They sit there waitin', in the end they tryna betray us
They want the money, want the profit, want the fame
But in the end, none of them gain that shit, cause they lame
I'm with my brother, Rolla, in the f*ckin' hood, in that 8-Ward
Man, we duckin' from the Jake calls, we tryin' to get our patna free
Free Ryan, that's on five
Why these niggas lyin'? Why these pussy niggas scared
Tryin' to buss a nigga dome, I'ma shoot him in his head
Told Beezy go grab da chopper, I'ma hit him and his mama
Like we up in Burger King, that chopper gon' feed him a whopper
Man, these niggas pussy swear he want smoke with my dog
Behind a bitch, told Beezy don't do it to him
G-R-F-L we too influenced , f*ck N-O-P-D, f*ck the Feds
I heard that pussy nigga scared, no, you ain't spinin in that 9
And if he do, I'll leave him blind, that baby Drake gon' break his spine
Bitch, you turn up wit luh rolla, bitch, you know we on that dumb shit
Me and, Beezy spinnin' in that 8, we on red rum shit
We in that 9, yeah, we got them bottles and we got that weed
I ain't playin' with a nigga, pussy nigga sellin' keys
Yeah, we got that grams and we all up in the f*ckin' trap
If a nigga play with me, with that fourty leave him clapped
No, I ain't friendly, nigga, I can't get your ass, no f*ckin' doubt
Runnin' circles round these niggas like a nigga runnin' laps
BigMoneyBeezy - CODE RED (feat. Luh Rolla) Lyrics
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I'm a rasta, oh yeah, I'm a dada, oh yeah, I'm a rasta
Daydream made it so it's major, huh
Yeah, say you my partner, but you really want me dead
We clear him out, we send him shots right at his head
We bring him out that gang, business is what I said
GRFL that, be the gang, we bring him out, lil' pussy, yeah
We aim for headshots, f*ck that nigga, he dead now
Leave him in the cemetery, his people don't even know where he buried
Leave him on a cold day, his mama crying while I spit on his grave
Yeah, posted on the block the oppas at
Code 5 thats another hat, niggas try to go copy that
Man, I don't know what's wrong with dud
You f*ck around with these opp niggas we might have to get rid of you
Doin' them dirty, we gon' spray the tools
Out the chevy like them diggas do
It's code red when I'm called up in the action
These niggas dead, they get put up in to captions
It's all on him, but I send my truth up to God
They can't relate with this shit, I say that's on God
These niggas snakes, in the end, these niggas haters
They sit there waitin', in the end they tryna betray us
They want the money, want the profit, want the fame
But in the end, none of them gain that shit, cause they lame
I'm with my brother, Rolla, in the f*ckin' hood, in that 8-Ward
Man, we duckin' from the Jake calls, we tryin' to get our patna free
Free Ryan, that's on five
Why these niggas lyin'? Why these pussy niggas scared
Tryin' to buss a nigga dome, I'ma shoot him in his head
Told Beezy go grab da chopper, I'ma hit him and his mama
Like we up in Burger King, that chopper gon' feed him a whopper
Man, these niggas pussy swear he want smoke with my dog
Behind a bitch, told Beezy don't do it to him
G-R-F-L we too influenced , f*ck N-O-P-D, f*ck the Feds
I heard that pussy nigga scared, no, you ain't spinin in that 9
And if he do, I'll leave him blind, that baby Drake gon' break his spine
Bitch, you turn up wit luh rolla, bitch, you know we on that dumb shit
Me and, Beezy spinnin' in that 8, we on red rum shit
We in that 9, yeah, we got them bottles and we got that weed
I ain't playin' with a nigga, pussy nigga sellin' keys
Yeah, we got that grams and we all up in the f*ckin' trap
If a nigga play with me, with that fourty leave him clapped
No, I ain't friendly, nigga, I can't get your ass, no f*ckin' doubt
Runnin' circles round these niggas like a nigga runnin' laps
Daydream made it so it's major, huh
Yeah, say you my partner, but you really want me dead
We clear him out, we send him shots right at his head
We bring him out that gang, business is what I said
GRFL that, be the gang, we bring him out, lil' pussy, yeah
We aim for headshots, f*ck that nigga, he dead now
Leave him in the cemetery, his people don't even know where he buried
Leave him on a cold day, his mama crying while I spit on his grave
Yeah, posted on the block the oppas at
Code 5 thats another hat, niggas try to go copy that
Man, I don't know what's wrong with dud
You f*ck around with these opp niggas we might have to get rid of you
Doin' them dirty, we gon' spray the tools
Out the chevy like them diggas do
It's code red when I'm called up in the action
These niggas dead, they get put up in to captions
It's all on him, but I send my truth up to God
They can't relate with this shit, I say that's on God
These niggas snakes, in the end, these niggas haters
They sit there waitin', in the end they tryna betray us
They want the money, want the profit, want the fame
But in the end, none of them gain that shit, cause they lame
I'm with my brother, Rolla, in the f*ckin' hood, in that 8-Ward
Man, we duckin' from the Jake calls, we tryin' to get our patna free
Free Ryan, that's on five
Why these niggas lyin'? Why these pussy niggas scared
Tryin' to buss a nigga dome, I'ma shoot him in his head
Told Beezy go grab da chopper, I'ma hit him and his mama
Like we up in Burger King, that chopper gon' feed him a whopper
Man, these niggas pussy swear he want smoke with my dog
Behind a bitch, told Beezy don't do it to him
G-R-F-L we too influenced , f*ck N-O-P-D, f*ck the Feds
I heard that pussy nigga scared, no, you ain't spinin in that 9
And if he do, I'll leave him blind, that baby Drake gon' break his spine
Bitch, you turn up wit luh rolla, bitch, you know we on that dumb shit
Me and, Beezy spinnin' in that 8, we on red rum shit
We in that 9, yeah, we got them bottles and we got that weed
I ain't playin' with a nigga, pussy nigga sellin' keys
Yeah, we got that grams and we all up in the f*ckin' trap
If a nigga play with me, with that fourty leave him clapped
No, I ain't friendly, nigga, I can't get your ass, no f*ckin' doubt
Runnin' circles round these niggas like a nigga runnin' laps
Writer: Benjamin Camp
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid