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You are now listening to Code Red
Who ya big homie? I'ma snatch his rank
You ain't a shark, jump out the tank
Killed the nigga and
Killed the nigga
Who ya big homie? I'ma snatch his rank
You ain't a shark, jump out the tank
Killed that boy so fast, couldn't even blink
Heard he died with his pole, he couldn't even think
Ask the opps 'bout that score, man, they gettin' spanked
Said she gon' ride this wave till that ship sank
All these racks on me, think I robbed a bank (Racked up)
Think them niggas real, man, I think they ain't (Them niggas pussy)
Off-White when I step out
Seen everybody balling, I was left out
Now I'm tryna eat like it's mess out
Heard they ain't seen a shooter, he just crept out
Smell in the air, yeah, the death out
I'm a millionaire, I was a drop out
Kept the body on camera, I told 'em cop out
He like, "Bro, I'm gon' spin, I'm tryna pop out"
SRT with the lights out
Like, if I catch a opp then it's lights out
Bro on his third strike, he about to strike out
Better wear your fuckin' helmet like a bike out
Pop Perc', then my mood switch
Went to war with niggas I walked to school with
Went to school with
It's only five niggas I'm really cool with
Who ya big homie? I'ma snatch his rank
You ain't a shark, jump out the tank
Killed that boy so fast, couldn't even blink
Heard he died with his pole, he couldn't even think
Ask the opps 'bout that score, man, they gettin' spanked
Said she gon' ride this wave till that ship sank
All these racks on me, think I robbed a bank (Racked up)
Think them niggas real, man, I think they ain't (Them niggas pussy)
The vibe is demonic, we gon' demon time
Shooters squeeze without consent like he could read my mind
Aye, one of top ocky, they ain't squeezing five
We striped up around this bitch like Adidas and tigers
Felt his prayers was answered when he heard them sirens
Quit acting the reaper if you gon' call on God
You niggas frauds on my dead, when you ain't body nothin'
I'm certified, reversed Tomahawk 'em off the lot
Confirms over here, I'm talking confirmations
They skip out no skip, them the obligations
Strip him for his rank and it get confiscated
Held it down while you niggas was holding conversations
What you really into? What's yo' occupation?
They ain't vouching for your gangster when we run yo' plates
Don't be talking about no paper 'cause you not a hustler
Word is you couldn't bail out on a 100k
Who ya big homie? I'ma snatch his rank
You ain't a shark, jump out the tank
Killed that boy so fast, couldn't even blink
Heard he died with his pole, he couldn't even think
Ask the opps 'bout that score, man, they gettin' spanked
Said she gon' ride this wave till that ship sank
All these racks on me, think I robbed a bank (Racked up)
Think them niggas real, man, I think they ain't (Them niggas pussy)
Who ya big homie?
Who ya big homie?
I said who ya big homie?
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