32red - 32 4L

These niggas talking shit but it's still fuck em all I got my paper
Do dash on the e-way got me feeling like a racer
Jump up in the crowd and punch a nigga feeling like a pacer
Just because I fucked yo bitch don't ever think that Ima date her
Late nights on Lockwood a nigga tryna make it out
Had to get up on my feet and clear a path I couldn't wait it out
I bottle up my anger you gone die that's if I let it out
It's too much thoughts up in your head these hollow tips gone space it out
I'm 32 I'm troublesome
She chew my dick like bubblegum
The Glock it got a double drum
And watch this nigga bet he run
I'm 32 ain't nothing nice
For features gotta run my price
Don't ever think you'll take my ice
The laser got you in my sights
Your life's a gamble roll the dice
A chest shot he paid the price
A head shot it took his life
I'm 32 a nigga richer
Close shots it hit his liver
Fuck yo girl I never kiss her
Fuck that bitch I never miss her
Rather sit here and count these figures
I'm 32 I run the game
Been winning since I changed the name
I want the money give me fame
My heart is cold and you to blame
This 40 kicking like the crane
He died on you what a shame
Too high I need a private plane
I'm balling bitch we are not the same
Never doubt a nigga don't you ever think that Ima quit
Been balling on these niggas need a AP just to flood the wrist
This next line I'm sorry it's gone leave a couple bitches pissed
I bust a nut and kick her out the crib then check her off the list
Everyday a nigga working hard I'm tryna reach that mil
Watch my back I'm never paranoid I always keep it chill
Invested in this life I want the money and I love the thrill
I'm always gunning for the head and when I aim I shoot to kill
In 2021 a nigga ran up a check
These bitches wanna fuck a nigga but I only want the neck
And bitch I'm feeling like a nerd the way I'm moving with this tech
And I don't care about your drama bitch just give me my respect
Face shot it's closed curtains niggas dead on the news
The money call my phone I'm never sleeping and I never snooze
Never gave a fuck cuz I'm that nigga and it's fuck the rules
And hoe my name is Red but if you see me bitch I'm counting blues
32 I'm troublesome
She chew my dick like bubblegum
The glock it got a double drum
And watch this nigga bet he run
I spend a bag on brand new clothes
I'm popping out with different hoes
I fly out em to different shows
And pass them hoes like pick & roll
Expensive shit this different leather
Play no games I'm bout the cheddar
Thousand dollar brand new sweater
VVS it change the weather
Watch yo bitch I had to check her
Always winning greatest ever
Foot on necks apply the pressure
32 no nigga better bitch

Written by:
Michael Redmond

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