Lyto I'm finna bleed this b***h, ayy, woah Red Hunnids, b***h, from the 4th Don Julio, let me clear my throat, oh I'm finna go dumb Coronas for my vatos, Xanax on my thumb Queens down the street with my red ride See a opp with a blow, that's a red flag You ain't gay, take your chance, catch a red flash Once you rip, you better pray you ain't a dead man And I'm a, I'm a east side dime, move gold bricks And I got a 9-2, vision on the neck Better hope we don't find Ducote And my exes in the back, they gon' slide, fool I got a couple hitters with me and they all bang Red Rats, different strain, but we all gang If you ain't with it, hit the exit I play with guns, clips big Bazooka, I carry two Glocks Hit him up, I'm Tupac Hit my target, b***h, I only had two shots Do the dabs like I'm Tay-K I only hang with real b***h, don't do fake b***h I pull up on your block, get it brackin' My crib, b***h, like Kud *** crackin' My ass says, rock it, b***h, it's a judge I'm the one, b***h, put that on something I don't be H-Dub, ayy Woah, Red Hunnids, b***h, from the front Don Julio, let me clear my throat Oh, I'm finna go dumb Coronas for my vatos, Xanax on my thumb Queens down the street with my red Rats See a opp with a blower, that's a red flag You ain't gang, take your chance, catch a red flash Once you rip, you better pray you ain't a dead man And I'm a, I'm a east side dime, move gold bricks And I got a 9-2, vision on the neck Better hope we don't find Ducote Uh, uh, I'm a west side pyro 4'5, go kick, and I got the 9-2 Red flag hangin' when I step, go dime Move, healin' on the plug, them Bonnie Hunnids gon' find you I'm a big stepper, the mascot, big rapper What, when, who, never 6 to 8, 10 to 4, 6 to better The opps hate me, how I used to hate Mackle? It's a hundred man on me when I slide out Paranoia, excuse me if I pull a 9-out Ayy, we on a mission, that's a opp scout Call the s**t, see if he ain't want it, that's a opt-out Ayy, woah, Red Hunnids, f**k from the 4 Got a hoodie up, let me clear my throat Oh, I'm from the go-down Coronas from my vatos, Xanax on my thumb Queens down the street with my red ride See a opp with a blower, that's a red flag You ain't gang, tuck your chair and catch a red flash Once you're ripped, you better pay, you ain't a dead man And I'm a, I'm a east side dime, move gold bricks Chicks and I got a 9-2, vision on the neck Better hope we don't find Ducote And my essays in the back, they gon' slide, fool Devil, four fingers, ain't no thumb on me Drum on me, tryna catch one with the young homie Dog callin' from a dorm, words, blood's only For you, roll the sucker, I'll make sure you catch them ones for me Yeah, you can't love me, you ain't bust for me I remember kickin' doors and s**t tucked on me, f**k homie Went to diggin' up them K's, lil' bruh sold me WD-40 for the rust on me Spit for him, I don't trust Woody These s**t tuckin' chains like they tuck Rollie I'm loadin' up firearms just to unload it Caught that boy loafin' in the open and we dunked on it Ayy, woah, Red Hunnids, f**k from the 4 Got a hoodie up, let me clear my throat Oh, I'm finna go down Coronas for my vatos, Xanax on my thumb Queens down the street with my red ride See a opp with a blower, that's a red flag You ain't gang, take your chair and catch a red flash Once you're ripped, you better pray you ain't a dead man And I'm a, I'm a Eastside dime move Gold bricks, s**t chicks, and I got a nine-tooth Ditchin' on the net, better hope he don't find you Cut the M-I-S-A's in the back, they gon' slide, fool