I SEE RED

[Intro] Woah (Slatt) Woah (Slatt) Woah (Slatt) [Chorus] I put a bag on ya head (I put a bag on ya) Uh, my niggas sippin' that red (My niggas 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 bitch, a model, yeah (Woo) All ass, she brought it in here (Uh) She wan' fuck on my partner in here (Uh) Chrome fit, bitch I'm cocky 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 fuck 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' bullshit 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 niggas sippin' that red (My niggas 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 bitch, a model, yeah (Woah) All ass, she brought it in here (Woah) She wan' fuck on my partner in here (Woah) Chrome fit, bitch I'm cocky 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 fuck 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 shit 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 niggas 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