Lyrics
I just put a beam on the rock
I just put a beam, I just put a beam on the rock
I just put a beam on this glock, then he stop
Then he stop, then he stop
Then we hit em wit the pop, hear the pop
In the kitchen I been scrapping at the pot
Constellation wrist, I let them boys connect the dots
While they necks turning green like a zombie boutta rot
Like I'm hanging at the pool, Imma catch you on the flip
Swear to god, cuz yo shit about to flop
Why yo shawty on me pullin on my belt?
I dunno how she got there but she tryna pull my dick out
Why she tryna fuck, because I'm Redster
Cuff her like arrest her, put her on her knees she go yes sir
And I'm built like Bobby Lashley cuz I swear I'm a flexer
I just took a hit right out the bong, lost a lung to the pressure
Lookin for my ability to care
I just put smoke in the air
Too icy, she can't help but stare
Four figures on me, Rick Flair
This a solo, no collaboration
She be sleuthing through my phone, Professor Layton
Yea I do it for the guys, for the nation
Yea I do it for the tribe, for the Red Team guys that just need a lil color in their lives, yea
Pockets eating good, Supersize Me
From the bity, shit was gettin grimy
Disrespect, that shit ain't gettin by me
Dej Loaf, I tell a nigga try me
They was beefin bout the broccoli, thought they wanted Chinese
A third party upped the fye n now they hittin high knees
Opps on the satellite but they couldn't find me
Find me, find me
And you better come polite
Or we shootin at your lights
We don't ever do that fight ting
Get on beats and I'm riding out the lightning
Spike Lee, I'm just tryna do the right thing
Lemme see your money stack real tall
Cuz when your shorty come around it's a height thing
Chalk white on the deadstock Forces
This type of swag, you can't force it
Shawty tryna smoke all of my tree, tryna burn the whole forest