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letra de red flag - gee gotti

[verse 1 – gee gotti]
off the yerk i been talking my sh-t
i ain’t giving no spliffs, red flags like [?]
like baby my back, don’t believe what i said
i been bussin the texts, sh-t left me on read
new treesh gon eat, she gon slide like the sled
like we drop the o, put that sh-t on her head
amiri my drip, put a hand to my pants
[?] she gon shake it for bands
like blockwork a rat, n-gga told where the poles at
keem always wanna dance, movelook make em holes that
still smoking on deads, like noah got stomped
catch ddot and bouba, they sharing that trunk
like kenzo a b-tch, hope you run into us
you know roscoe i beat y’all ain’t doing enough
we gon spin through the hill, let me ride in the back
catch one to the head, why you lacking in cabs?
like who is these new opps? we don’t know em
we spin a few blocks, we don’t post em
let me catch 2tact, imma poke em, fold em
put his ass on a poster
b-tta gon geek off the pills, catch a pd
smoking on jb, got hit in his fiji
[?] is the loc dropping sh-t thats a dp
spin through the hill b-tch i’m toting on nini
send a shot at a makk, b-tch thats the sleezy
moving tact with the [?] no these n-ggas can’t leave me
masked up, so we ducking the dt’s
bending blocks everynight it’s a repeat
like who saying what? they be capping
roscoe never got back, started rapping
we the ones who catch n-ggas in traffic
free quando the jet if they asking
then again we don’t care what you jacking
choppa still move around with the ratchet
smoking – he got turned into ashes
42 get him gone, make it happen
time to spin i’m like f-ck all this rapping
in the stu tell the truth i ain’t capping
like we turning n-ggas to passes
we make them n-ggas start clapping
off the yerk i been talking my sh-t
i ain’t giving no spliffs, red flags like [?]
like baby my back, don’t believe what i said
i been bussin the texts, sh-t left me on read
new treesh gon eat, she gon slide like the sled
like we drop the o, put that sh-t on her head
amiri my drip, put a hand to my pants
[?] she gon shake it for bands
[verse 2 – bando gz]
like noah got beat, tell them n-ggas get back
and stop sucking d-ck up in they diss tracks
hop out the v, if we miss then we bend back
edai blitzing dumping at his six pac
free all the shh, we be bugging and sh-t
2 deep me and bro on the hunt with the grip
n-ggas p-ssy let em bluff he a spliff
then we back posted up smoking up on the strip
like f-ck that, tell them n-ggas stop dissing
slide through now they ducking and tripping
like back out, bg gon go with the smithen
know stunna gon geek till he know that he finished
always active you know that my n-ggas is spinning
sending shots right in front of the b-tches
like gunna on hots, i told him keep cl!cking
catch edot on bro imma k!ll him
on they block catch a round too tact with it
imma shoot b-tch they know i ain’t passing it
run up on who see the flash through the jacket
smoking on nazzy and mali a f-ggot
tdot with me throw shots then we off that
get the drop from a thot then we on that
9 to the ville watch em drop on the floor mat
dthang locked up man i wish i could call back
smoking rippy got left on the scene
glock, sh-t came with a beam
like rpt bugging keep chops in my boot
and i’m sliding you know we gon come with the beat
how they mad cause they mans in the sky?
and y’all n-ggas just still ain’t come slide
like rip rah say that sh-t till i die
and they know i’m gon dump just look at my eyes
like noah got beat, tell them n-ggas get back
and stop sucking d-ck up in they diss tracks
hop out the v, if we miss then we bend back
edai blitzing dumping at his six pac
free all the shh, we be bugging and sh-t
2 deep me and bro on the hunt with the grip
n-ggas p-ssy let em bluff he a spliff
then we back posted up smoking up on the strip
[verse 3 – gee gotti]
off the yerk i been talking my sh-t
i ain’t giving no spliffs, red flags like [?]
like baby my back, don’t believe what i said
i been bussin the texts, sh-t left me on read
new treesh gon eat, she gon slide like the sled
like we drop the o, put that sh-t on her head
amiri my drip, put a hand to my pants
[?] she gon shake it for bands

- gee gotti

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