Danny Brown - Red 2 Go lyrics

(Verse 1) Codeine in my cereal, always behind a smokey I'm sorta like a miracle, you rappers are venerial And never in my stereo, might spray your a** with vinegar The next time that i see ya bro Bet yo a** still won't be tight The size of my dick n***a, every p**y tight I write all night til the sun comes up Dodging texts from yo sista tryna lick on my nuts Cobra clutch the game, put that b**h into submission Yo b**h want the stick shift, no transmission Dawg, im on a mission, you're playing exhibition On an expedition, poppin X but never trippin Chillin with a vixen, tryna stick my dick in Red head ho, like a young Kathy Griffin Smoked too many blunts, I can hear my lungs whistlin sponsored links Still rollin up, ho smellin like chicken Rap Martin Lawrence, all you other rappers boring Bruiser make 2 live crew look like some mormons n***a my essay is hard like a life do an essay Gang banging all of y'all with a home made machete The nicest ca**ette tapes, stay smokin heavy Popped a couple pills, eye's glowing like Belly Used to stash the cracks in the seams of my Pelle Detroit n***a, but I'm smokin on LA (Hook) And is anybody nervous? I'm red to go, said I'm red to go I said is anybody worried? I'm red to go, I said I'm red to go Is anybody scared? I'm red to go, I said I'm red to go Well I used to be afraid I'm red to go, said I'm red to go (Verse 2) Don't know where I came from but know where I'm goin' Tears in my eyes cause I'm smokin' on an onion Aroma on the etra scary than mcnary Off of moon rocks in Barcelona poppin' cherries bl**jobs from model twins Doin' d** with accolades So many lines thought this sh** was bush garden Party startin' monster with the hair like Blanka Hotel room like a hair metal concert This blonde made the dick do the spring on her ganja You disrespect I hit you with the shlong foot ten tonka Remember n***a used to eat sh** that didn't match Like cornbeef hash and some f**in' Apple Jacks Used to bag up the packs at, call me every night Baloney all night, with no peanut bu*ter, couldn't waste it on the mic So I waste every night, everything came with rice And I knew I wouldn't write So I got my a** up, f** dependin' on luck Greyhound to NY bout 300 bucks Kept my hopes up but my confidence was low Now my self-esteem is astral Lookin' at this cash flow (x2) Did it my way, I ain't nobody ho I'm bout to pimp the rap game b**h I'm red to go (Hook) And is anybody nervous? I'm red to go, said I'm red to go I said is anybody worried? I'm red to go, I said I'm red to go Is anybody scared? I'm red to go, I said I'm red to go Well I used to be afraid I'm red to go, said I'm red to go