Red Dirt - Fill Ya Tummy

See Red Dirt inna Rari
DG ridin inna Vette
Swag Gzz inna Maserati
Bad bitch lookin like Ari
Neck wrist bling at the party
I'm Flexin too much I'm sorry
Can't keep up with me I be cruisin with speed
Ride around with DG with the breesh inna lamb
Park in the handicap don't give a damn
All love on the block man it's only the fam
Turn ya back on me you failed the exam
Hit my jack Siri tell me it's a scam
Shoot me an email it might go to spam
Sneak dissin get you cut off like a dam
Run a nigga over inna Hummer
Knock him to the side down deep in the gutters
Hit em like the Plague in Black Summer
Skirtin off the scene burnin rubber
They call me Jerry but I got a tommy
Ooters on the way they bout to catch a homi
Blow your legs off you crawl like a zombie
You hungry these bullets gon fill up ya tummy
Red Dirt he be runnin shit like he a running back
Once the bullets hit you there's no comin back
Catch a opp lackin he know that we rushin that
Load the glizzy aim it down then we clutchin that
He got a bounty on him yea we huntin that
Before that I need thirty racks you ain't frontin that shit bitch
Cash out spending racks with a shorty she loving that
Back to the crib yea I'm fuckin that
Niggas posted on the block
They be totin hammers they gon let it pop
Fuck with gang they gon send you to the doc
Play games we finna make it to the top
On that bully shit nigga ain't lettin it fly
The cat got a supercharger it's a redeye
Red Dirt the producer he mix it like stir fry
Don't let the hood take yo life man you'se a good guy
But if you sanctioned don't worry you good guy
You a opp better hope that you not passing by
Send shots at ya car if you pass you could die
Ain't no need to cap man ain't no need to lie
You not catching me lacking nigga I ain't high
Rest in peace to the real niggas up in the sky
Yo bitch in my dms Im not gon reply
Slymir with the ball he got shoot call him Sly
Ima wild boy shoutout D Momo and Khi
We gon go camouflage then blitz you like a bonsai 
In the jungle like Far Cry
Spot an opp from afar got a sharp eye
Kicked little bro off the game better not cry
I be pulling them strings no Guitar Guy
Jah do his thing on fortnite with the dark knight
Way he play think he came from the dark side
Stippled grip tape on the strap give me quickdraw
You done made shorty pissed off
Don't get it twisted these bullets don't hit soft
Fuck around 50 cal rounds blow yo limbs off
Aye, AKs, HKs, Tec 9 Mac 10 it's a Cold War
We gon leave him on the cold floor
Step in the scope we gon blam him
Merked 10 dudes inna row feeling merciless
Finna go off with this hammer
Red spittin heat on the beat cops tuned in
They might throw him in the slammer
But they can't take me yet Jah need a lamb
And a jet he gon park in the hangar
Ferris Ave Posse the block that I'm from
155 in the stu making bangers
Ferris Ave Posse

Written by:
Dorien Green, Jeremy Higgs

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