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letra de red flag - gucci mane

(tay keith, f-ck these n-ggas up)
skrrt, that’s a red flag
(aj got them hits, boy)
it’s gucci
(dj big meech, b-tch)

i can’t do no show without no comma, that’s a red flag (cha-ching)
he ain’t no boss, he can’t do what he wanna, now, that’s a red flag (nah)
don’t confuse these carats with no pointers, that’s a red flag (bling)
dismiss me with that baby mama drama, now that’s a red flag (no)
shorty got more followers than dollars, that’s a red flag (huh?)
she say she suck the d-ck, but she don’t swallow, now, that’s a red flag (well, d-mn)
b-tch, how you grown but still live with your mama? that’s a red flag (woah)
b-tch, how you totin’ a bag without no cash? now, that’s a red flag (woah)

red flag, give your glock and a thirty (a thirty)
get ’em in, get ’em gone in a hurry (woo, woo)
walk in your trap and take over your trap (your trap)
they know i do this with a courtesy (with a courtesy)
red flag if you ain’t ever heard of me (ever heard of me)
i’m the one posted in the hood, where the murder be (where the murder be)
lil’ mama bad, with an ass like cardi b (like cardi b)
she let me f-ck for the free, but for you a fee (huh)
g-grey flag, diamond (diamond)
whole lotta cash from ramen (from ramen)
plus, i can still go post in the hood
they playin’ this murder for money (murder for money)
ayo, gotto, send me a hundo
i let ’em go for the low, i ain’t hidin’ (i ain’t hidin’)
red flag if you f-ck with the bags, send the blatt
have them youngings go stay where you hidin’ (where you at?)
no yap (no yap)
he diss, one k get slapped (get slapped)
two phones, one strictly trap (straight trap)
f-cked the ho’ and i’m kickin’ her out (straight out)
red flag, you ain’t gettin’ no money (no money)
you on internet, tastin’ that clout (that clout)
red flag, you cuffin’ these hoes (these hoes)
fly her out, my d-ck in her mouth (yeah, i’m out)
i’m playin’

wait, how you know the plug, but ain’t met the plug? see, that’s a red flag
you talkin’ ’bout you trap, we know you cappin’, he was deadass
but that walkdog push a lambo’ truck for breakfast, he just sped past
be the first one to pop my sh-t when we pop out, ’cause i was dead last
i got rich off songs and this phone and this red bag
and i’m hoppin’ off a plane, pop percs for pain, ’cause i got jet lag (bigwalkdog)
the plug say, pull up, and you gotta wait, that’s a red flag
whole time he fishin’ chickens, you the bait, you a dead man
o-o-on bouldacrest, right by the texaco
so icy walkdog, 1017 eskimo
just like a spot, poolie told him let him go
hey, you got this, you got that, i’ma tell ’em though
and l can mail a ‘bow and i can melt some more
that’s a red flag if you diss, but you scared of smoke
say it’s opp for the men, well, you smell it though
cane and h-lla dope, man, this some bullsh-t, dawg

- gucci mane

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