Drakeo The Ruler - Red Tape, Yellow Tape
Cold devil, I'ma do these niggas hella foulDick hanging out in public, I'm a pedophile
The type of shells that'll knock down juggernaut
Boom-boom-boom, he was shocked when the hundred dropped
Ain't with the squabbling, you finna get your celly popped
And I can sense all the hatred and the animosity
Up out the mud through katanas and Benihanas
Make the money doing flips 'til it's Benihanas
I'm a grouch and a motherfuckin' cookie monster
Where the safe? Where the grams? Nigga, spit it out
Duct tape and a mask, we gon' get it out you
"Let him live," what your family gon' be yellin' out
Red tape, yellow tape when I'm out of bounds
Everything cool until we running in your house
I'm in love with ling ling but I got a bopper
And besides Mae Ling finna take me shopping
Red tape, yellow tape when I'm out of bounds
Everything cool until we running in your house
I'm in love with ling ling but I got a bopper
And besides Mae Ling finna take me shopping
Cold devil, I'm a hooligan
Tired of niggas and this goofy ass jewelry
Take that shit to Pablo for that buffoonery
F&N shells for niggas like Booker T
Silly niggas always talking 'bout booking me
I think he mad 'cause he's lost and always will be
Last supper, I can tell by your earrings
And them bummy ass clothes you be wearing
When you see me up in traffic, we ain't staring
I hope your car bulletproof, you gon' be stranded
Mr. Mosley, all I wanted was the ransom
Half a mil' in the duffel bag, just flash it
Red tape, yellow tape when I'm out of bounds
Everything cool until we running in your house
I'm in love with ling ling but I got a bopper
And besides Mae Ling finna take me shopping
Red tape, yellow tape when I'm out of bounds
Everything cool until we running in your house
I'm in love with ling ling but I got a bopper
And besides Mae Ling finna take me shopping
Like, keep my name out your mouth, nigga, I know
Y'all tired of me talkin' shit at the end of these songs
But just keep my name out your mouth
You won't have to hear from me no more
Sike, bitch, I'ma still keep talking shit
The fuck is you talking 'bout?
This shit reckless nigga, 'til we running in your house
Had to bring Longstocking out, bitch
Free everybody though, shit
This tape gon' hurt niggas' feelings
Written by:
Darrell Caldwell
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