Red Dead

[Intro] Yeah Yeah-yeah Yeah-yeah (DY Krazy) [Chorus: Calboy] Livin' life like Red Dead, let me talk my shit Let me spark my spliff, Percocet my best friend If you want him dead, he dead, in the streets, I got the credit Got murder on my mind, wrapped around my shit like headband Choppers sing Blue Yeti, yeah, I leave him dead, dead [Verse 1: Calboy] You know that lil' ho not my lover, she a Billie Jean At 2 AM I'm up here drunk, I'm off that Hennessy Might stretch this lil' Toyota, turn that bitch to Limousine And I lost my brother he in his feels, he wasn't even in his league I was so devilish in these streets, I can't expect help from God Niggas be wolves in sheep clothes and niggas can't even help, they fraud And they was just hopin' I was gon' fail and then I beat the odds And I was like "Free my brother Solo", wish they had see-through walls I told you them niggas ain't your mans, them boys been duckin' them calls I heard them niggas ain't send no bread but they was trappin' out them halls And I put a contract on a nigga head, he better watch how he talk And I leave a nigga right where he stand, talkin' like I ain't no boss And we can't tolerate disrespect, you know that lil' shit cost And you know that's water 'round a young nigga neck, you know that lil' shit Voss I was in the Neiman's spent a lil' check and I got a strap when I walk Lil' bro the demon and he on that, he gon' knock you off [Chorus: Calboy] Livin' life like Red Dead, let me talk my shit Let me spark my spliff, Percocet my best friend If you want him dead, he dead, in the streets, I got the credit Got murder on my mind, wrapped around my shit like headband Choppers sing Blue Yeti, yeah, I leave him dead, dead Let me talk my shit Let me spark my spliff, Percocet my best friend If you want him dead, he dead, in the streets, I got the credit Got murder on my mind, wrapped around my shit like headband Choppers sing Blue Yeti, yeah, I leave him dead, dead [Verse 2: Polo G] Thinkin' 'bout Tim Tim when I'm on tour, wish you was next to me For your birthday, I popped a deuce, I was rollin' off ecstasy You was one of ours so we want blood, it's hard to let it be Got the opps so mad, them niggas can't wait to take my breath from me My Glock make music, Glizzy singin' like a melody I'm a squeeze my .40 'fore I let you get the best of me Plus, I'm with some killers who gon' shoot that bitch aggressively Stay with my slimes they'll wipe your nose, that's if you step to me We was in them trenches dodgin' bullets and them felonies Where I come from, 21 years old is a age you blessed to see Snitchin' at an all-time high in these streets ain't no integrity I'm cold-hearted so I iced out my accessories [Chorus: Calboy] Livin' life like Red Dead, let me talk my shit Let me spark my spliff, Percocet my best friend If you want him dead, he dead, in the streets, I got the credit Got murder on my mind, wrapped around my shit like headband Choppers sing Blue Yeti, yeah, I leave him dead, dead Let me talk my shit Let me spark my spliff, Percocet my best friend If you want him dead, he dead, in the streets, I got the credit Got murder on my mind, wrapped around my shit like headband Choppers sing Blue Yeti, yeah, I leave him dead, dead