RedGang Lo - Drew Brees

Okay, got the next fight
Over here, we got this guy up
Boom
Money in my mind ain't even got a ring

I shot it down with a bang
A droop ring
Watch me catch that bag tight and I'll rob a zebra
Walk down with that dog, go to a trigger

Big red Clifford and sauce too bitter
You should know cash later
Back while breakfast, lunch, and dinner
Now we already seen what he does to a dude that he likes

And I don't think he likes this guy's bone very much
That's why
I'll kill him
Fight

You so finesse, how you think I'm gonna get down right
I watch all your films, and I feel like a DJ
I'ma spread that shit and I'ma bring it back
I'm always in medicine, everything tight

I got no choice, so you gotta check
When I'm part of the team, I'm calling it a hack
Holy shit
One technique

One technique
One technique, that's all you need
But you can't force such a leap
A good shit can't want me to leave

Cozy, it's amazing
Harder than everybody's skin
I know this is not a game, but I know I'm good
Fuck a champion, I demand

Somebody call him a heavyweight
A gang, spin this shit to the fan
I know we not leaking, they ran
Suddenly, I've been Franklin

Got a cup, won't shuffle
Look what you drink up
4-4-1, gotta collect the bag
I'ma run him over, then drag him

My man Boomer at the shop on your wrist
Call me last five, man
Two at a time, bitches
Two at a time

Hey, hey, hey
What'd you say
Two at a time
Huh

Is that what you said
Hey, everybody heard that
Two at a time, OK
That's the bag

Money on my mind, you ain't even gotta read
I shouted the way back
I shouted the way back
I drew the breeze

Watch me catch that bag
Tie it down
I was even
Walked down with that dog

Lord and retriever
Big red Clifford
That sauce too bitter
This shit don't catch later

Back while breakfast, lunch, and dinner

Written by:
Antonio Acklin

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