paroles de chanson Red Fox - Pressa

Lil nigga, lil nigga, lil nigga
Lil nigga, lil nigga

Lil nigga on the block tryna sell his weed (Deadmihana)
And how they gon go and make dispensaries
And he always worryin' if his sneakers clean
Now when them niggas slidin' through he wouldn't make em leave
Jewelry and all he wanted to do was live a century (100 years)
He shot to shoot and niggas call it voluntary
He started fuckin' with a plug named Timothy
His lil goofy friend fucked up the chemistry
Plan B, running down cars with a 16
Angry, now he runs the block as young as 15
Block party, big chain, niggas always envy (and jealous)
He's like "No, nigga gon catch me while I'm tipsy"
Nigga pass the bridge and he dead stock
Lil nigga, rifa camera by the red box
He paralyzed a nigga now he can't walk
But cripple got a shooter named Red Fox
And Red Fox 16, he a hunnid bands up
He's like which one of these niggas hit my dawg up?
His homie from high school, he done got star struck
He's like I'ma flip that nigga by the back walk
And Red Fox, he say he got 30 in the clip now, 5 shots
Tell him I'mma drop him with my tre pound
I ain't playin' with these niggas where they right now (where they at?)
You ever get free smoke it come with discount
No who that duckin' crawlin' around the corner (Red hot)
That's Red Fox,clip look like a shawarma
.357 he done place his order (he paid his dues)
But 30 shots boostin' up his aura (he superman)
Thunder roaring, it ain't even raining (it's pourin')
He pulled up but never left his Mercedes
He down to 18, the shootin' got crazy
Head shot, now another nigga dead on Jane Street (and Finch)