ZimBoi K.I - Red Flag

Yeah I some red flags up in here yeah yeah
All the bitches they be mad
I be hustling in my bag
Checkered flag yours is red
Rich nigga rich nigga rich nigga flex
Like your card i'm maxed
I see your lil cheques
I paid that in tax nigga
Money printer that facts nigga
Shoulder blades i'm back nigga
Cut her up like blade nigga
Clean it up i'm a made nigga
The flows like a tidal call me Jigga
Serve songs on a tray yeah pull that trigger
Ah yeah foreign cars yeah
I'm a star yeah
pop it for ya boy yeah
Bring out the bottle girls
I'm in her pink
I'm in her pink like it's a Barbie world
Life of the party girl
Flick of the wrist flick of the wrist
Popping some pills and shit
You lied to your therapist
You really a terrorist

Ring the alarm for these bitches
Ring the alarm we got our selves a red flag
Ring the alarm ring the alarm
Ring the alarm we got ourselves a red flag
Now watch a nigga reflex
Let me me do my rich flex yeah

Flexing with some 100's cash
Show me what the bands do
I can make the money dance
Swear that shit a hand full
No one even asked you
Niggas wanna test you
Bitches gonna trash you
Having money tends to
Make em talk
But the wo
Make the niggas stop
Ric Flair wo
Make you niggas block
Make you wo
When we in the spot
You know we in the spot
Ah yeah foreign cars yeah
I'm a star yeah
Pop it for ya boy yeah
Why so negative
I'm spending my money on fast cars and women
I'm drinking remember this
Won't even remember this
Your lecture is relative
My nigga we in the club
And you talking a whole bunch of stuff
Are you smoking allot more than hub huh

Ring the alarm for these bitches
Ring the alarm we got our selves a red flag
Ring the alarm ring the alarm
Ring the alarm we got ourselves a red flag
Now watch a nigga reflex
Let me me do my rich flex yeah

And I feel free for the first time
And I feel free for the first time
Ah yeah foreign cars yeah
I'm a star yeah
Pop it for ya boy yeah

Ring the alarm for these bitches
Ring the alarm we got our selves a red flag
Ring the alarm ring the alarm
Ring the alarm we got ourselves a red flag
Now watch a nigga reflex
Let me me do my rich flex yeah
Why did you leave leave her
I don't wanna talk about it
I do
Can't you let me hold on to some pride
I lost all mine with you

Written by:
Keith Chitaka

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