Rambro the Bexgawd - Red Rag

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Do you have any idea
How many I shot for that Red Rag
Trying to get that bread back
Pop em like an airbag
See niggas wasn’t Thuggin before
But use to wear flags
A couple niggas won it B4
But now they dead last
I never got shot up
I only got shot at
It’s only one nigga survived I never got back
And Nigga if I catch you alive
You getting chopped at
Made a lot of money online
So Nigga top that
Strictly off of Youtube
I ain’t leaving blues clues
Packages get air dropped
And I ain’t using blue tooth
I came in on a Jet line
Hoped up in a new coupe
Jumped up in some new pussy
Walked away wit new shoes
Guess it’s called stepping stones
Young kid left at home
Momma use to run the streets
Daddy was forever gone
I guess that’s how I found them meetings
Sunset my second home
All that cool and calm shit suddenly
It got left alone
But that ain’t make me tough then
I linked up wit Buck then
Can’t say I was down to my last
Cause I was up ten
Cant say i was down on my ass
Cause I was plugged in
The pain i tried to keep in a glass
But still it snuck in
Do you have any idea
How many I shot for that Red Rag
Trying to get that bread back
Pop em like an airbag
See niggas wasn’t Thuggin before
But use to wear flags
A couple niggas won it Before
But now they dead last
Do you have any idea
How many I shot for that Red Rag
Trying to get that bread back
Pop em like an airbag
See niggas wasn’t Thuggin before
But use to wear flags
A couple niggas won it B4
But now they dead last
You know i stand eleven toes
Stand tall never fold
Mask on like leather face
Spot his face like Derrick Rose
I been a threat truthfully
Fuck ya life it’s you or me
My shit hit
And you can’t touch the people
You like Jubilee
No X Men
I wrapped all around
It’s like a head band
I trotted Muddy Waters
Like I’m Red Man
Traveled thru the desert and left Red Sand
Cali vibes
Red Vans
Chuck Taylor’s
Money make the sluts jealous
Money make the sluts tell us
Shit we never knew about the Opps
But ain’t she we can do about the Opps
I’m eluding all these cops
On the day to day
Cause I ain’t trying to pay to play
And I ain’t trying to save the day
I cut thru life
Paper plates
Trap booming 808
I’m trying to bring the flow back
A couple niggas I cut off
Probably never grow back
Cause they don’t know loyalty
But I bet them niggas know facts
They don’t know they own hustle
All them niggas know packs
Do you have any idea
How many I shot for that Red Rag
Trying to get that bread back
Pop em like an airbag
See niggas wasn’t Thuggin before
But use to wear flags
A couple niggas won it Before
But now they dead last
Do you have any idea
How many I shot for that Red Rag
Trying to get that bread back
Pop em like an airbag
See niggas wasn’t Thuggin before
But use to wear flags
A couple niggas won it Before
But now they dead last
Sometimes you gotta let it out
Work on it
Sweat it out
Certain shit you never doubt
Like bitches when they stepping out
I kinda got use to it
Like praying on my down fall
The Money I be glued to It
So you never see me around y’all
Strickly off of you tube
I ain’t leaving blues clues
Packages get air dropped
And i ain’t using blue tooth
I came in on a jet line
Hopped up in a new coupe
Jumped up in some new pussy
Walked away wit new shoes

Written by:
Daniel Lewis

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