R3D LIN3
Choppa low, head high, red dot, bullseye (Loesoe goin' crazy)
I cannot get jiggly with some ho niggas that's gon' choose sides
Lame-ass niggas, wish they mommas got their tubes tied
You don't cross the motherfuckin' red line
Niggas hit me up, they heard the headlines
Can't even kick it with you if you wasn't on Fox 5
All my niggas did crime
All my niggas did time, fed time
Bro, don't cross that red line
Bro, don't cross that red line
Lil' boy, don't cross that red line
Lil' boy, don't cross that red line
Red line, yeah, red slime
Yeah, red eye, made love on a red-eye, yeah
Feelin' down, keep your head up
Tote a whole hunnid round, get yo' head bust
Yeah, racin' to the money, take a shortcut
I just poured Wockesha in a red cup
I might have to mix it with some yellow Tussin
Fuck the opps, they ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'
Shots settin' off the car alarms
Yeah, they tryna bring me down, but I keep goin' hard
Bet you love me now with all your Chrome Heart
Got a purple Fanta, red bandana
I ain't playin' 'round, walkin' 'round with that blammer
Yeah, walkin' 'round with that hammer
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Choppa low, head high, red dot, bullseye (Loesoe goin' crazy)
I cannot get jiggly with some ho niggas that's gon' choose sides
Lame-ass niggas, wish they mommas got their tubes tied
You don't cross the motherfuckin' red line
Niggas hit me up, they heard the headlines
Can't even kick it with you if you wasn't on Fox 5
All my niggas did crime
All my niggas did time, fed time
Bro, don't cross that red line
Bro, don't cross that red line
Lil' boy, don't cross that red line
Lil' boy, don't cross that red line
Red line, yeah, red slime
Yeah, red eye, made love on a red-eye, yeah