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yung sped - red flag (prod. west) lyrics

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[intro:]
“this message is being broadcast by the department of defense of the republic. at 2 a.m. eastern standard time, multiple unidentified objects were confirmed to have entered earth’s atmosphere. it is speculated that these objects are of extra terrestrial origin. the broadcast will quiet at this time for your safety”

“is you snorin’ in my cl-ss?
wake up mr. west! wake up mr. west!”

[chorus: yung sped]
oh man god d-mn why you tripping?
400 degrees cookin up in the kitchen i’m whippin
blue hunnids… caught up on the ceiling to the point where “last year being broke” had a meaning to me

everywhere i go, i gotta keep a tec
cuz ain’t n-body know a thing or two about respect
bad checks, talkin bout the d-mn regrets i once had now they’re buried in my own head

[verse: yung sped]
i don’t wanna get rich and be dead in the mornin
i don’t want a bad b-tch if i cannot appaul it
momma told me i’m a bluntaholic
take it back to a day for what i could’ve lost

take it back to a day for what i could’ve caused
take it back to when i was putting up all with no cost & with a pound
rolling about with anymore doubt but then that mothaf-cka told me if it’s in the bag we’ll take it out

but now i’m back at it again
building off an old wave not the raggedy anne’s
i got the molly wit the robitussin
ain’t n-body seen it comin when i’m bussing out the battering rams

f-ck everybody i’m on go
and f-ck a record deal i’ll do it on my own
told maryjane better get away from reginald
and if i see him i’ll put him back in the friendzone

money team like mayweather wit a red beam
imma have to catch a body like a plan b
now that i’m 18 don’t even know what to do
ain’t n-body got a clue when i’m checkin in for debut

gotta make it or break it if i’m goin in
takin my women & my weapons & my contraband
i’m not no miracle… i’m imperial
pull the middle finger and trigger individuals

[chorus: yung sped] x2

oh man god d-mn why you tripping?
400 degrees cookin up in the kitchen i’m whippin
blue hunnids… caught up on the ceiling to the point where last year being broke had a meaning to me

everywhere i go, i gotta keep a tec
cuz ain’t n-body know a thing or two about respect
bad checks, talkin bout the d-mn regrets i once had now they’re buried in my own head

- yung sped lyrics

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