Lyrics Red Bottoms (feat. Sada Baby) - BigKayBeezy

Put Down Gang
You know what the fuck goin' on
What else?
(Ayy, who made it? Milan made it, bitch)

Home-made, red bottoms, I been stompin' niggas out
Hangin' out the roof, spinnin'
Hit him then it's time to switch the route
Shut your fuckin' mouth 'fore I blow this forty at your scalp
Might kick door your house
And have your momma cryin', movin' out

I'm that nigga now, pullin' triggers
Smokin' niggas, ain't no Swishers now
Bitch, I got you figured out
Put his blood on the wall, tryna come repaint your house
He inside, we stake it out
Straight red beams, he breakin' out
Niggas writin' trash diss songs, let me take it out
You wanna beef with me?
You gotta have at least the same amount in your bank account
Niggas weed, let me break 'em down
Ain't no Swisher Sweets anytime I bring the gang around
Bust Down Gang
I spent on my chain what you just spent to relocate
And foenem still can get you baked, uh
I make what you make in thirteen months in thirteen days
Pick him off, I get you paid, niggas roaches, where's my raid?
Ayy, ayy

Bitch ass niggas
Why the fuck y'all keep playin' with me, man?
Nigga, you ain't shot a good video in like, three years
Weak ass bitch
Get your bread up

Home-made, red bottoms, I been stompin' niggas out
Hangin' out the roof, spinnin'
Hit him then it's time to switch the route
Shut your fuckin' mouth 'fore I blow this forty at your scalp
Might kick door your house
And have your momma cryin', movin' out

Sippin' on a opp, this bitch so motherfuckin' dirty
I heard lil' bitches give the drop
I'm about to spin they shit with thirties
It's me and [?] like, I get him gone early
We want the dawg, he gone, ayy, that's why I'm murkin'
Listen, I don't miss my straps, I gon' get you clapped
Hollows tips gon' smack, bag him like some crack
This ain't on X's but I ain't miss 'cause of that
Get a nigga whacked, fresh up out the trap
President, he be tweakin', we don't tolerate it
Yeah, that bop stick have a nigga discombobulated
Brother a snitch, we heard he had cooperated
Lean back with the four fifty like I shot a fader
We in all black but we is not the Raiders
Pills yellow, drink purple, we is not the Lakers
Drinkin' straight like I ain't got no taste
Tell your bitch get the fuck out my face, I'm not gon' chase her

These niggas bitches, they be hoes
I practice to stompin' on y'all necks
When kickin' down y'all niggas door
And y'all broke, y'all be wearin' the same clothes
Don't get caught slippin', better stand on all ten toes, ayy, ayy

Bitch ass nigga, I ain't done
Finna get on foenem ass, look
You a goofy, you thin as hell
And you pussy, ayy

What y'all gon' do with that lil' deuce-deuce?
You know I been totin' forties and I been a loose screw
I'm a dog and I'm the shit, I'm Scooby-Doo-Doo
And don't nobody know you, bitch, they like, "Who you?"
Ayy, uh, look me up on YouTube
I heard you dropped the diss and it got like two views
Look at lil' dude, he uglier than a bitch
And he ain't gon' get no bitches
On foenem grave

Home-made, red bottoms, I been stompin' niggas out
Hangin' out the roof, spinnin'
Hit him then it's time to switch the route
Shut your fuckin' mouth 'fore I blow this forty at your scalp
Might kick door your house
And have your momma cryin', movin' out