More songs by NLE Choppa
Description
Producer: Draco
Producer: NFEParis
Producer: MikeFrom31st
Mixer, Recorded By: Aaron Mattes
Co- Producer: NLE Choppa
Vocals: NLE Choppa
Masterer: Tiernan Cranny
Writer: Bryson Potts
Writer: Raphael Udo III
Writer: NFEParis
Writer: MikeFrom31st
Lyrics and translation
Original
I keep seeing red, and I'm draped in all black.
I keep seeing red, draped in all black. Voices in my head saying, "Get a nigga whacked! "
Balenciaga fit with a bally gangster fashion.
Balenciaga bitch got off runway up in Paris. Balenciaga kicks, she step on these and get 'em buried. Knowing that
I'm lit, my side bitches wanna marry me.
Know I'm certified, a couple niggas wanna bury me. Definition of provide, my pockets like a charity, I give back.
My dog turned snake, he was a real nigga, I give him that.
Key word is "was," benefit of doubt can make you lack. Cripping, but I'm seeing red flags, I had to fall back.
Call me, I slid for you, I called and you ain't call back. How that work?
I put you first, can't reimburse my love back. Roll for you like hood caps, there's no cap,
I'm speaking facts. Give a nigga lil taps, it's all love, but it's a wrap.
How we go from hugs and daps to slugs and slaps, how we collapse?
I'm in a whole different lane, private jet, I rent a plane.
Think I might just buy a plane, fly 'til I am the plane. Flawless diamonds on my chain, nigga jeweler did his thing.
Money made my pants hang, I walk like I ain't got home training.
My shooter, he ain't got it all, he lost his chips on mojo. In his cell smoking ice spice, K2, he loco.
Institutionalized, he want cheese, cheese, fuck a bossa nova.
All he know is homicide, he brainwashed, my top soldier. Aye, tell a nigga lock in.
My focus up, my paper up, I'm feeling polished. Her legs up, a freaky slut, and she in college.
My head up, we fed up, I stay solid. Rainy days, rain on me, when it rain, it pour.
Balenciaga raincoat, telling the rain to go.
Rain, sleet, or snow, I chase a check, you moving slow. Before I sell my soul, I'd rather go and sell a boat.
Or sell a hoe and break a hoe like she was something to smoke.
Gang menit to choke, they tapping out, but I ain't letting go.
I'm getting throat from the rap nigga bitch and he don't know. Don't trust a doe, don't trust a hoe as far as I can throw.
In the mix like baking soda, quick trip to Indianola.
Take the switches out the toaster, binaries on the poker.
Every time I make a post, bitch's pussy getting soaking. Nigga better watch his hoe, you ain't heard they getting stolen?
Shawty had a ring around her finger, she was still open.
Come and get your bitch, she choosing, mama always said I'm chosen.
Only thing she get from me is dick and you be tripping over it. Your bitch leave her happy home just to fuck up on my sofa.
Bisexual bitch, I fuck her like a bird, we bipolar.
Can't pick a bitch, if it was up to me, want all of 'em.
Dick glove won't fit around this dick, I'm OJ Simpson brother. She got the wrong size rubber, so raw how we fucking.
I'm curving bitches that I used to beat my dick to.
Tell Vivica Fox I treat cookers like they cook food. Megan good, keep that shit tight for me and it's understood.
I ain't no passer, but if you want me to, I could and would, yeah. Aye, tell a nigga lock in.
My focus up, my paper up, I'm feeling polished.
Her legs up, a freaky slut, and she in college. My head up, we fed up, I stay solid.
Rainy days, rain on me, when it rain, it pour. Balenciaga raincoat, telling the rain to go.
Rain, sleet, or snow, I chase a check, you moving slow.
Before I sell my soul, I'd rather go and sell a boat.
Nigga, lock in!
She in college.
I'm feeling polished.