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biinjo - red! lyrics

[chorus]
f+ck a red dot, this an acog, uh
aim at ya face, get a headshot
red hot, ain’t a chili pepper when the bomb drop, uh
getting fed up, need a face off
takeoff, fly through the sky, got some wings on my back

[verse]
help me soar through the night, got a sword in my grasp
i’ll attack any knight, wanna die? that’s fine
i can take another life, got to chop up the flow real quick
yeah, give myself sp+ce to breathe
h+lla money roll, distro know the deal
5 bucks to my name, that’s truth i speak
i still take yo b+tch, ain’t hard to steal
i ain’t been feelin like sh+t today
so i bought this beat, you know i slay
i run through the city, gonna hidе my face
within the dead of night, blast you with ak’s
d+mn pacing, run a wholе lap, sp+cing
no atmosphere, no air lately
facing a world known to love hating
placing myself in a crowd
waiting for the day i see my boys on top
r10t! k!lling the game nonstop
gonna make a music vid? eh probably not
don’t get your hopes up, any day i’ll drop
everyday you flop, flows h+lla garbage
ain’t sharing nothin inside my garden
off to orbit round bigger stars
got jelex and dior round my arms
we flying far, no destination
getting high, call it elevation
stay a winner with no hesitation
got enough followers to build a whole new nation
i could sleep inside the booth
and still have better bars than you
stay on beat when you start rapping
cause that cap be falling through
know i’m ready, heat i’m packing
got it blasting at your tooth
i would say t++th, i left you toothless
headed home, call me babe ruth
fold, leave you hanging
dangle by yo arms, stay calm
i got people all surrounding
we all laughing till you fall
say i’m toxic?
you can give my ass a call
that’s all i got to say
until the beat be falling off
but it’s not, i’m hitting my stride
count my bills, 1,2,3,4,5
wanna see me? better see me live
headed out to cali when i’m in my prime
gonna hop on the tour bus, everybody know us
gorgeous, got a couple models, they adore us
forbes just hit the boys up, wanna show us
off to the sea of people, hear the voices
hear the crowd, they shouting “r10t! go”
know i’m bout to lose control
see my family count this dough
not a chef, my money grow
whole other height
way i go on the flight
i’m seeing hundreds and hundreds of people
every single night
[chorus]
f+ck a red dot, this an acog, uh
aim at ya face, get a headshot
red hot, ain’t a chili pepper when the bomb drop, uh
getting fed up, need a face off
takeoff, but it ain’t a rocket, locked in
brokie got a seat up in the c+ckpit
launching out of earth’s orbit like a martian
target locked, gonna see a b+tch pop it
f+ck a red dot, this an acog, uh
aim at ya face, get a headshot
red hot, ain’t a chili pepper when the bomb drop, uh
getting fed up, need a face off
break off, ain’t no chain gonna hold me down
i’m coming for the top, hand me my crown
that throne? my spot, try me? no shot
you gonna get popped, i’m the best all around
f+ck a red dot, this an acog, uh
aim at ya face, get a headshot
red hot, ain’t a chili pepper when the bomb drop, uh
getting fed up, need a face off

- biinjo lyrics

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