Lyrics
Lethal
I'm finna bleed this bitch, ay
Whoa, red hundreds, bitch, I'm from the 4
Don Julio, let me clear my throat
Oh, I'm finna go dumb
Coronas for my vatos, Xanax on my thumb
Cruisin' down the street with my red rag
See a opp with a blower, that's a red flag
You ain't gang, take your chain, catch a red flag
Once you're red, you better pray you ain't a dead man
And I'm a, I'm a Eastside Don Mu'
Gold bricks, ho chicks, and I got a nine too
Dissin' on the 'net, better hope we don't find you
Cuttin' and my eses in the back, they gon' slide for me
I got a couple hitters with me, and they all bang
Red rags, different slang, but we all gang
If you ain't with it, hit the exit, puta
I play with guns, clips big, bazookas
I carry two Glocks
Hit 'em up, bitch, I'm 2Pac
Hit my target, bitch, I only had two shots
Do the dash like I'm Tay-K, bitch
I only hang with real niggas, don't do fake bits
I'll pull up on your block, get it brackin'
My Crip niggas like, "Cuz, shit crackin'"
My eses rockin', fuck the feds, fuck the judge
I'm the one, nigga, put that on somethin', on BH Dub, ay
Whoa, red hundreds, bitch, I'm from the 4
Don Julio, let me clear my throat
Oh, I'm finna go dumb
Coronas for my vatos, Xanax on my thumb
Cruisin' down the street with my red rag
See a opp with a blower, that's a red flag
You ain't gang, take your chain, catch a red flag
Once you're red, you better pray you ain't a dead man
And I'm a, I'm a Eastside Don Mu'
Gold bricks, ho chicks, and I got a nine too
Dissin' on the 'net, better hope we don't find you
Cuttin' and my eses in the back, they gon' slide for me
Uh, uh, I'm a Westside Piru
Fourth to fifth, go kick, and I got the nine too
Red flag hangin' when I step, go Damu
Bailin' on the plug, them body hunters gon' find you
I'm a big stepper, the mascot, big repper
Bitch nigga, what, when, who? Bitch, never
Six to eight, ten to four, six or better
The opps hate me how I used to hate Mecca
It's a hundred man on me when I slide out
Paranoia, excuse me if I pull that nine out
Ay, we on a mission, that's an opp scout
Caught a nigga slippin', he ain't want it, that's an opt-out
Whoa, red hundreds, bitch, I'm from the 4
Don Julio, let me clear my throat
Oh, I'm finna go dumb
Coronas for my vatos, Xanax on my thumb
Cruisin' down the street with my red rag
See a opp with a blower, that's a red flag
You ain't gang, take your chain, catch a red flag
Once you're red, you better pray you ain't a dead man
And I'm a, I'm a Eastside Don Mu'
Gold bricks, ho chicks, and I got a nine too
Dissin' on the 'net, better hope we don't find you
Cuttin' and my eses in the back, they gon' slide for me
Babos, four fingers, ain't no thumb on me
Drum on me, tryna catch one with the young homie
Dog callin' from a dorm where it's Bloods only
'Fore you roll the sucker, I make sure you catch them ones for me
Yeah, you can't love me, you ain't bust for me
I remember kickin' doors and niggas tucked on me, fuck homie
Went to diggin' out them caves lil' bruh sold me
WD-40 for the rust on me
Spit for 'em, I don't trust woadie
These niggas is tuckin' chains like they tuck Rollie
I'm loadin' up firearms just to unload it
Caught that boy loafin' in the open, and we dunked on him, ah
Whoa, red hundreds, bitch, I'm from the 4
Don Julio, let me clear my throat
Oh, I'm finna go dumb
Coronas for my vatos, Xanax on my thumb
Cruisin' down the street with my red rag
See a opp with a blower, that's a red flag
You ain't gang, take your chain, catch a red flag
Once you're red, you better pray you ain't a dead man
And I'm a, I'm a Eastside Don Mu'
Gold bricks, ho chicks, and I got a nine too
Dissin' on the 'net, better hope we don't find you
Cuttin' and my eses in the back, they gon' slide for me