Songtexte Red Skeletons!* - Trxps

Whole lotta red, uh
Whole lotta red
One shot to the head (One shot to the head)
Nigga, you dead
I don't give a fuck 'bout a nigga
Kill a nigga off red
Just bought a new K
That's a brand new leg
Got a brand new bitch
That's some brand new friends, huh
Got a brand new bag, hold up
And some brand new ends, hold up
Got a brand new coupe, uh
That's a brand new Benz, huh
Got a brand new watch, uh
Skeleton, hold up (What?)

BD, huh (What?)
That's a bust-down, huh
Shawty get down, huh (Hop in the back)
Shawty come 'round, huh (What?)
Shawty know (Uh)
Ain't a nigga I trust (Yeah)
I hit a hole in your gut, yeah, uh (Snitch)
Bullets, they rush (Yeah)
I turned that ho to a slut (Ah)
Shawty gon' fuck (Ayy)
We pour that four in thе stuff
I wanna fuck this shit up
I'm goin' too fast, what the fuck?
Where thе hell we goin'?
Yeah, slatt gotta fuck her first 'cause I don't know
Yeah, slatt gotta fuck that ho, it ain't my ho (Hold up)
Yeah, slatt gotta touch that ho, that ain't my ho (Slatt)
Fuck up (Buh-buh-buh-buh-buh)
Gone
Hit them bullets right-right to your dome

Whole lotta red, uh
Whole lotta red
One shot to the head (One shot to the head)
Nigga, you dead
I don't give a fuck 'bout a nigga
Kill a nigga off red
Just bought a new K
That's a brand new leg
Got a brand new bitch
That's some brand new friends, huh
Got a brand new bag, hold up
And some brand new ends, hold up
Got a brand new coupe, uh
That's a brand new Benz, huh
Got a brand new watch, uh
Skeleton, hold up

Got a brand new flow (Got a brand new flow)
And a whole lot more (And a whole lot more)
And I come from the back,
When we wanna knock we kick down doors (We kick down doors)
Said, it's bad repercussions when niggas start bussin'
My homie been sick, he been sippin' on tussin'
My father was waitin', they fightin', they fussin'
I give niggas hits and they get a concussion
My phone is on 7%, I'm on to every event
Always be talking to God, I been doin' things that I repent
When they see me, they give me a nod
Mr. [?], I be on the fence
'Cause I can't trust my niggas and
Dawgs, so my homie gon' walk with a limp
Yeah, mixin' the mint
Off topic, hot topic
Y'all out rock shopping, I'm out jaw droppin'
That's just how he move, ayy
Don't fuck with his groove, he practice what he preaches
Only 24 years old with more dough than his teachers

Whole lotta red, uh
Whole lotta red
One shot to the head (One shot to the head)
Nigga, you dead
I don't give a fuck 'bout a nigga
Kill a nigga off red
Just bought a new K
That's a brand new leg
Got a brand new bitch
That's some brand new friends, huh
Got a brand new bag, hold up
And some brand new ends, hold up
Got a brand new coupe, uh
That's a brand new Benz, huh
Got a brand new watch, uh
Skeleton, hold up