I SEE RED lyrics

[Intro]
Woah (Slatt)
Woah (Slatt)
Woah (Slatt)

[Chorus]
I put a bag on ya head (I put a bag on ya)
Uh, my n*ggas sippin' that red (My n*ggas sippin' that red)
My cup full of that red (My cup full of that)
Flatt, back up, I see red (Back up, I see)
I just walked in with my TEC (I just walked in with my TEC)
Uh, made the whole spot disappear (Made the whole spot disappear)
Huh, I just walked in with my TEC (I just walked in with my TEC)
Uh, I just might pop it in here (I just might pop it in here)
You don't want problems in here (Woo, slatt)
It's too many problems in here (Slatt)
No Keed, but I got it in here (Woo)
New vibes, a party in here
My b*tch, a model, yeah (Woo)
All ass, she brought it in here (Uh)
She wan' f*ck on my partner in here (Uh)
Chrome fit, b*tch I'm c*cky in here (Uh)

[Verse 1]
I put the rack right on top of the racks
Green flag, my Glock 19
Twenty-one, my gun, 19
I had racks since I turned nineteen
She bad, tryna f*ck my team
On go, she ain't pop no bean
This fit cost everything, this fit cost everything
Locked inside, I got so many chains, flashin' in your eyes
YSL really been goin' insane, MILITIA worldwide
I'll do a—, for my gang, real deal ties
Stop throwin' bullsh*t on my name, stop tellin' lies
[Bridge]
Woah (Yeah)
Woah, woah (Stop tellin' lies)
Woah (Yeah)
Woah (Yeah)
Woah (Yeah)

[Chorus]
I put a bag on ya head (I put a bag on ya)
Uh, my n*ggas sippin' that red (My n*ggas sippin' that red)
My cup full of that red (My cup full of that)
Flatt, back up, I see red (Back up, I see)
I just walked in with my TEC (I just walked in with my TEC)
Uh, made the whole spot disappear (Made the whole spot disappear)
Huh, I just walked in with my TEC (I just walked in with my TEC)
Uh, I just might pop it in here (I just might pop it in here)
You don't want problems in here (Woah)
It's too many problems in here (Woah)
No Keed, but I got it in here (Woah)
New vibes, a party in here (Woah)
My b*tch, a model, yeah (Woah)
All ass, she brought it in here (Woah)
She wan' f*ck on my partner in here (Woah)
Chrome fit, b*tch I'm c*cky in here (Yeah, woah)

[Verse 2]
I'm makin' commas on commas on commas on commas on commas
I got me some money, then went presidential the dial, Obama (Woah)
She know I'm a star, I get to f*ck that ho when I wanna
I'm tryna tell you, I'm winnin' regardless
I slept in apartments, I'm startin' to run up my commas
My sh*t got updated, I know that they hate it
I say I'm the greatest
She just like my last one, but she still my favorite
I'm servin' these flows, like it's crack in the '80s
Six bullets for them, and they all dedicated
For n*ggas that told me I would never make it
I'm probably God's favorite, I'm probably God's favorite
I hop out the bed, countin' racks up, I made it