young slo-be - red flag lyrics
[intro]
(my n+gga gio on this beat, though)
[chorus: young slo+be]
red flag, lot of blood sh+t goin’ on
free my crip, take no pictures, baby, hold your phone
chopper spittin’, you hear that shh, yeah, that n+gga gone
well, brodie tryna join the team, i’m finna bring him home
lash gang, nightingale, this sh+t in my soul
bullet holes where his heart should be
they outside, bend the block once and park the jeep
the plug ready, it’s a hit, he got tons of p’s
[verse 1: young slo+be]
got opp pack zaza, love my weed
ptsd, my thirty close by
you ain’t a stepper, you out here shootin’ with closed eyes
gave you pole, you left it homе, when you finna slide?
my drum look like boxing glovеs, who you finna fight?
n+gga, i still’ll get jiggy
i love guns, i can’t wait to c+ck this ten milly
the little b+tch want me and bro, we goin’ fifty+fifty
keep a bl!cky in the bity, i can’t let ’em get me
nah, can’t let ’em take me out
boys blurped me with the slam, i had to throw it out
speakin’ to the b+tch like a b+tch, n+gga, close your mouth
[chorus: young slo+be]
red flag, lot of blood sh+t goin’ on
free my crip, take no pictures, baby, hold your phone
chopper spittin’, you hear that shh, yeah, that n+gga gone
well, brodie tryna join the team, i’m finna bring him home
lash gang, nightingale, this sh+t in my soul
bullet holes where his heart should be
they outside, bend the block once and park the jeep
the plug ready, it’s a hit, he got tons of p’s
[verse 2: ebk jaaybo]
red flag, n+gga, then we lash for p’s
everybody get it, think my last plug was j+panese
n+gga, pass the toolie, n+gga, ’cause you ain’t finna squeeze
b+tch, i’m a god, we take lives, so you should get on your knees
boys on us, you know they want us to freeze
do the dash, i’m like, “n+gga, please”
b+tch know i’m in the hood, it’s gon’ cost her a fee
ayy, ayy, i want big racks
call wes like, “cuddy, where the l!cks at?”
four+ohs, ten millis, yeah, they missin’ us
n+gga, i most definitely ain’t with the chit+chat
red flag, lot of blood sh+t goin’ on
7th street, nightingale, they know what block we on
do twenty+one seconds and catch a body, then you really on
don’t mean to have a flashback, we got that n+gga gone
i ain’t a saint, but you know we play for the dome
[chorus: young slo+be]
red flag, lot of blood sh+t goin’ on
free my crip, take no pictures, baby, hold your phone
chopper spittin’, you hear that shh, yeah, that n+gga gone
well, brodie tryna join the team, i’m finna bring him home
lash gang, nightingale, this sh+t in my soul
bullet holes where his heart should be
they outside, bend the block once and park the jeep
the plug ready, it’s a hit, he got tons of p’s
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