INFRARED (COUNTRY BOYZ)

[Intro] I don't think it's lookin' too good for 'em, yeah (Phew, phew) It's not... looking good Damn, damn, damn Stickin' [Hook] Stickin' like glue, know I'm stickin' like red I'm in the coupe with a infrared Know we gon' ride for the gang, it's on [?] Five bankrolls in my pants, skinny legs Dead presidents so I hang with the dead Sick Gang shit, put that fire to yo head (Sick Gang shit with that fire, we bring that flame) Stickin' like glue, know I'm stickin' like red I'm in the coupé with a infrared Know we gon' ride for the gang, it's on [?] Five bankrolls in my pants, skinny legs Dead presidents so I hang with the dead Sick Gang shit, put that fire to yo head [Verse 1] Hop in the coupé, shit bloody red Free my cuz, send him home from the feds Hanging on top, yeah, on top like the man Sipping on green, he ain't got no red Guard on my dogs, sittin' like some pets Smokin' on yo shit, got me on left Country Boyz so the truck lift I don't need a arm, my cuz gon' hit I don't need a arm, my cuz gon' shoot No sticking, I don't need no glue With my tongue, I ain't got no cool G1's on my feet but I'm with the boot Sky high, I don't need no roof (No roof, yeah-yeah) All I need is Yahweh and my troops (And the fans too) [Hook] Stickin' like glue, know I'm stickin' like red I'm in the coupé with a infrared Know we gon' ride for the gang, it's on [?] Five bankrolls in my pants, skinny legs Dead presidents so I hang with the dead Sick Gang shit, put that fire to yo head (Ooh) Stickin' like glue, know I'm stickin' like red I'm in the coupé with a infrared Know we gon' ride for the gang, it's on [?] (Brrt) Five bankrolls in my pants, skinny legs Dead presidents so I hang with the dead Sick Gang shit, put that fire to yo head [Verse 2] Hop in the coupé, shit bloody red Singing shit, put that fire to his head Emo racks, stack them up to my legs Emo racks, stack them up to my knees That's my twin, he don't need ID Eyeball shot, don't need Visine Trues on me, no Levi jeans Word to my [?], yeah, that's my gleen K.T.S. when we step on the scene Got it out the mud so the money clean [?] since [?] No lockdown, send 'em straight out the cell You ain't gotta talk, know how you feel (Know how you feel) You ain't gotta say nun, know how you feel