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247ski - red handed lyrics

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[chorus]
i’ll still say no if you catch me red handed
dumb b+tch didn’t know i was a bandit
in the trap, sell it all, make it vanish
yeah, you know me, huh, never panic
free the bros locked up for the cram sh+t
like everyone on my team gon’ blam it, crash it
you know my guys love static
when i feel lonely i go serve the addicts
i don’t care ’bout a bustdown patek
i rather buy a glock or invest in a pack
twenty deep on the block, bare straps
i pray to god that my team don’t lack
i got the bros ’cause they got my back
treesh ho, cut her off, she whack
what’s in my cup, pure red, this yack
n+gga, you’re poor, you can’t bop off a rack (poor)

[verse]
i just bought a new strap why the f+ck would i fight?
don’t makе me back out ’cause you’ll take flight
kid i’m not worriеd ’bout my life
my n+ggas are scary they creep through the night
b+tch, i heard your afraid of them heights
will how i’m slappin’ if my sh+t ain’t right
chris how you getting rocked just for the price
and when i’m whippin’ work i move like it’s rice
i love me the cheese but ain’t f+cking with a mice or a rat
gotta go harder and pick up my slack
otr with the g so you know i move tact
told the my yute that i sent the et’ but i capped
’til this day he still ask where it at
i don’t play the block, kid i play the trap
r+rule number one lil’ n+gga don’t lack like
[chorus]
i’ll still say no if you catch me red handed
dumb b+tch didn’t know i was a bandit
in the trap, sell it all, make it vanish
yeah, you know me, huh, never panic
free the bros locked up for the cram sh+t
like everyone on my team gon’ blam it, crash it
you know my guys love static
when i feel lonely i go serve the addicts
i don’t care ’bout a bustdown patek
i rather buy a glock or invest in a pack
twenty deep on the block, bare straps
i pray to god that my team don’t lack
i got the bros ’cause they got my back
treesh ho, cut her off, she whack
what’s in my cup, pure red, this yack
n+gga, you’re poor, you can’t bop off a rack

[outro]
n+gga, you’re poor, you can’t bop off a—
free the x+men
f+ck up the ski



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