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pasto flocco - red dot 2 lyrics

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[intro]
yeah

[chorus]
yeah, red dot, finna load up that red dot
put a rag on his head top, if that boy givin’ me bad vibes
think i’m aimin’ at leg shots, b+tch, i’m shootin’ at flat tops
b+tch, i shoot like i got aim+bot, caught a kid, that’s a rain drop
that’s an opp at the bus stop, i just caught me a walk down
when i walk down, i’m finna do it to him
since i woke up and fiended on [?]
wake up, i’m spinnin’ that two some
slide on your block like i’m [?]
i’m a fighter but i deal with shooters, shotgun long like a ruler

[verse]
i feel like [?], some blocks on the cruiser
seen an opp in the park, so i picked up the scooter
if i’m lay him for dead, i’ma give him a tumor
don’t play with me, boy, you know how i maneuver
wonder how we was out, we doin’ a huntin’
n+gga, step on the gas, the state troopers comin’
the thots on the link and i tell ’em we’re comin’
just hit a jugg, now she think we not comin’
just f+cked that b+tch and you know i’m not rushin’
call her back and tell ’em i’m comin’
shawty was like, “boy, you buggin'”
she like, “why you on snapchat thumbin’ through money?”
i can’t link if i ain’t gettin’ cudi
pistol pack, in the clip, it hold thirty
bullets goin’ so fast, they gon’ miss him
he gon’ think it’s a flyin’ lil’ birdie
[chorus]
yeah, red dot, finna load up that red dot
put a rag on his head top, if that boy givin’ me bad vibes
think i’m aimin’ at leg shots, b+tch, i’m shootin’ at flat tops
b+tch, i shoot like i got aim+bot, caught a kid, that’s a rain drop
that’s an opp at the bus stop, i just caught me a walk down
when i walk down, i’m finna do it to him
since i woke up and fiended on [?]
wake up, i’m spinnin’ that two some
slide on your block like i’m [?]
i’m a fighter but i deal with shooters, shotgun long like a ruler

[verse]
i feel like [?], some blocks on the cruiser
seen an opp in the park, so i picked up the scooter
if i’m lay him for dead, i’ma give him a tumor
don’t play with me, boy, you know how i maneuver
wonder how we was out, we doin’ a huntin’
n+gga, step on the gas, the state troopers comin’
the thots on the link and i tell ’em we’re comin’
just hit a jugg, now she think we not comin’
just f+cked that b+tch and you know i’m not rushin’
call her back and tell ’em i’m comin’
shawty was like, “boy, you buggin'”
she like, “why you on snapchat thumbin’ through money?”
i can’t link if i ain’t gettin’ cudi
pistol pack, in the clip, it hold thirty
bullets goin’ so fast, they gon’ miss him
he gon’ think it’s a flyin’ lil’ birdie



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