Lyrics Red Rags - Kutt Calhoun , Jay Rock , Tech N9ne Collabos , Big Scoob

Some gangsta′s wanna head blast, cuz I run with the red rags
Free Uno Ace Capone.
The homie Keith Fudge, I got your back homie
LET'S GO!
Crew, Soo-woo
Nigga that′s what we do
Who, be you
If you want funk me too
I'm bool as a bubumber
Laces in my shoes making you wonder
Am I gonna act a fool or bring your crew thunder
Thinking I pack the tool don't wanna use on her
I ain′t trippin when the old days got my mind glitching
Like different signs that ain′t my kind they got nines whistling
Like a nigga wanna find this and strip clips till my wines dripping
But nobody wanna do no crime they just walking about rhyme spitting
When I'm at the movies, careful how you stepping to me
Cause I think who′s staring at me wanna do me
Cause I'm flamed up and Soo woo-ey
Dead crash, my head′s bad
Cause I be thinking some gangstas wanna head blast
Cause I run with the red rags
Crew, Soo-woo
Nigga that's what we do
Who, be you
If you want funk me too
I′m a motherfucking animal, red devil, Tasmanian
Bangings' in my cranium, deuce click and five claiming it
Kansas City thang, from two clips at my range is bandana dangerous
You's crip when I′m saying it?
It′s Soo-Woo business, then yous through nigga
Blood? I don't give a fuck if I knew you nigga
That′s that 85 mentality, victim of your reality
Catching, pumping that 7-11 in your fatalities
It's another nigga′s wake up, smoke water and drank up
Heavenly, blocks flames from 20s to the seventies
It's ballers tucking fed cash, to get you dead fast
Gangstas to the head blast cause I run with the red flags.
Crew, Soo-woo
Nigga that′s what we do
Who, be you
If you want funk me too
Uh, I'm just bicken back and being bool
You don't this feeling, look you fucking with the realest
No, gloves no, mask look you know we bout to kill it
Disrespect us will get your mami pinned to the cieling
This is still holding hemi′s even when I′m in my jammies
Niggas wanna catch me slipping leave me sleeping like a mami
Plus they still sendin this, haters wanna pack me out
Bunch of internet bustas always wanna run they mouth
I ain't trippin still, thuggin for blood and getting guap
And you know I keep a oo-op let it sing just like a doo-wop
And it′s always tough guys, they don't never wanna co-op
Crew, Soo-woo
Nigga that′s what we do
Who, be you
If you want funk me too
Signed up, suited and booted, old nigga, ready for war
LAyin back, stacking cake, but it don't take much to activate
Snatch it back and act innate, raining down the hand of god
Chopper get to sanging nigga smoking like it′s El DeBarge
Forgive me Lord I'm trynna keep it cool
But I'm a old nigga with a quick fuse, quick to smell the bitch in dudes
Hard to walk in Scooby′s shoes, do the shit that Scooby do
Fi′ Block, a general, I done paid my fucking dues
Nigga this the life I chose, fuck that, life I choose
Still living gang rules check the laces in these shoes
Gangsta nigga through and through, tried tested been approved
On blood, one love, nigga what, soo-woo
Crew, Soo-woo
Nigga that's what we do
Who, be you
If you want funk me too
Crew, Soo-woo
Nigga that′s what we do
Who, be you
If you want funk me too