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6ix9ine - r.e.d. lyrics

[intro: 6ix9ine]
sleiman
iver (uh)

[verse 1: 6ix9ine]
ho thicker, diamonds on my neck fl!cker
drug dealer, professional pot whipper
seven figures, got your b+tches f+ckin’ quicker
she want a picture, i tell her no, i know she bitter
n+ggas cuttin’ up on the internet
f+ck n+gga, we ain’t into that
we end up in your crib where your family at
got the .40 on my hip, yeah, that’s my stick, yeah
she wanna f+ck for a grip, yeah, on my bl!ck, yeah
couple bands on my sh+t, yeah, i’ma rip, yeah
with the sh+ts, yeah, that’s my clique, yeah

[chorus: 6ix9ine]
mac+11, 9 milli’, ridin’ with it (ridin’ with it)
i’ma hit him up, i’ma f+ckin’ k!ll him (f+ckin’ k!ll him)
run up on him, masked with a black .40 (black .40)
hit ’em in his hoodie, no a boogie

[verse 2: sleiman]
pu+pu+pull up in the black benz
clip for the .9’s and the mac+10’s
beefy on the molly, n+ggas want my money
but when they see me coming, i can see them n+ggas runnin’
i see them n+ggas runnin’
let them n+ggas act, ’cause they b+tches they be lovin’, yeah
blood time, blood rhyme, n+gga, this is blood line
n+ggas gettin’ stupid, try to get by
pu+pu+pull up in the black benz
clip for the .9’s and the mac+10’s
[chorus: 6ix9ine]
mac+11, 9 milli’, ridin’ with it (ridin’ with it)
i’ma hit him up, i’ma f+ckin’ k!ll him (f+ckin’ k!ll him)
run up on him, masked with a black .40 (black .40)
hit ’em in his hoodie, no a boogie

[outro: 6ix9ine]
sleiman
let that sh+t breathe

- 6ix9ine lyrics

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