Lil Monk - Code Red

Pour me a cup of that yessirski
Ay
Here we go
Here we, hold up, ay, ay, yeah, yeah
First strap I ever held was from a old head (First strap)
Mix the mount with the act, call it code red
First head I ever got was a older bitch
First nigga I ever
Ay, ay
Know a couple college niggas that den sold reg (Couple college)
Used to trap on tre one, like the old Reg (Tre one)
I was at the UDF, with the Vicodins (Facts)
Slapping points, back and forth, like the Wimbledon (Slapping)
Call Gee, tryna see if the act was in (Munzo)
Call me, what you need, bitch I'm slapping 10's (Hello)
Weezy Wee was low on weed, said the pack was in (What you tryna do)
We just left, but shit we headed to the 'Raq again (Alright, we out)
Ask Dollaz, front liner, saw me stand on biz (Dollaz)
Big Tymer, he a slime you, just to make a flip (Slatt)
Prefer to cut it by the onion, like he shedding tears (28)
But nothing less than a 7, nigga, Big Ben (Ha)
Back in 2013 we was getting it in (Facts)
Wave had a Gold Impala, with no power steering (Facts)
And he used to let me borrow, just to slide a bitch (Facts)
Bitch we started from the bottom, you know what it is, yeah
Right pocket, all Teezy's, had them bands on me (Go Bands)
White cup, all red, look like Indiana (Lean)
Had some hoes on the flo' like I'm David Banner (Real hoes get down)
Couple starts earned they stripes, like the Spangled Banner (Ha)
Had some meeting with the MOB, taught me table manners (M.O.B)
Never eat where you shit, its unsanitary (Uh-uh, Uh-uh)
Lil eater wanna link me, meet me at the telly (Shit, pull up)
Next evening, I'm in Cleveland, got a hoe in Bedford (Skrrt)
Bad Boy, on God, like I'm Mason Betha (On God)
If she swallow every drop get a A for effort (Good job)
Every time a body drop it's a vendetta (Doo doo)
I be with the body droppers, not the trendsetters (Swag)
Call that boy Macaulay Culkin, caught him by his lonely (Home Alone)
And they hung him by his drawers, like he doing laundry (Aired him out)
Made that nigga tuck his balls like a running back (Ew)
Yeah I know, my nigga, pause, but it's a fucking fact (Facts)
Make the money moonwalk, call me Monkey Jackson (Hehe)
Taught me let it cool off, sit it on a napkin (Sit it on that napkin right there)
Told him I'ma bool out, boy I'm just a rapper (You got it gang)
All my niggas boom loud, never was my swagger
Yung Joc, Chris Brown, stuntin' is a habit (Stuntin')
Soulja Boy, D4L, ask a bitch what's happenin' (Whats Hannenin')
Super Future, Robyn Fenty, love and affection
We got drugs, we got weapons, serve and protecting
First strap I ever held was from a old head
Mix the mount with act, call it code red
First head I ever got was a older bitch
First nigga I ever- was a- (Shhh)
Seen a nigga do a line and his nose bled (Damn)
Seen him hit the wrong vein and his arm swell (Damn)
She den moaned the wrong name, but I fucked still (Fuck it)
Hope she ask the right name to pay her light bill, ah
Hope she ask the right name to pay her light bill
She den said the wrong name but I piped still
Broke niggas keep asking what the price is
You know damn well you can't afford this, lil nigga, be real

Written by:
Sha'Khil Kelly

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