Hucci - Red lyrics

[Verse 1: Wasif Allah] This that Wasif That Allah That Rick Flair That WOOH Go This that "I'm not f**in' round," This that "don't say a f**in' sound," This that dead before a cap and gown Trayvon Martin hoodie on the ground Two angels two n***as down Too many hoes to f** around Goddamn I'm the motherf**ing sh** Curse cuz I can, you a motherf**in' b**h Goddamn fam, why you want some of this? Beef with the whole world except one Hindu I will win, show you what kin do Dad locked up, I prolly will too Fam run according, like Will Smith do Don't got a penny, get the n***a selling nickels Let that dime stimulate your mental, simple Get more lip than a fat b**h piss do No pistol, still rip you, strip you Devil on my left saying "get this money." God on my right saying "get this money." Gotta clarify so you don't look at me funny Gotta be about your bread in the land of the honey You n***as stupid Word is moved through me to move sh** You dream big but my dreams are lucid And my f**in' night terrors better than your new sh** But you already knew this Yeah God body already know my Judas Know God got me more than this crew sh** [Hook: Kash Catchem] n***a all I see is red, red, red n***a all I see is red, red, red [Verse 2: Token the Ghost] Sick in my motherf**in' head Blood in my motherf**in' bed Baked getting motherf**in' bread Pissed, seeing motherf**in' red k**ing these b**hes, I'm not even sorry Got em all hype like I'm guesting on Maury Flirting with fame, while you're working with lames And these games gettin' old like Atari Devil in my head saying "get it," Hate the kids with the two J's like Reddick Blue in my blood, dirty money turns to mud When it's in your hoes pants cuz she's strippin' Strayin' from the topic, down the rabbit hole Spitting more acid than a gastric hole The devil telling me to grab all the cash and hoes But my conscience always tryna say press fast forward Choppy like a crack rock Lil' kid, f** your back talk Don't make me spit vasectomies And hit you with that sack toss Give me head or I'll decapitate you Even have your momma hate you If you're a scared motherf**er go to church And I'll have a couple bishops rape you No knowledge in our youth's minds No f**in' with my groups grind 2 chains, too blind Blow me like a turbine Your work is slight, that's why you're f**ing up While you're rolling your dro with that double cup Cop cars and sirens wail My train of thought has gone off the rails I hardly rap but you know I rap hard Cuz ball is life and you look like Chris Bosh I could see you with my eyes closed Cuz you're kinda off key like typos Sentenced to d**h with my sentences Avada Kedavra b**hes Chicken's got pox on my index Better hope I'm resisting the itches b**h [Hook] [Verse 3: Kash Catchem] You can't do a verse with me n***a That's social suicide Like joining the mathletes Doing Freddy E's with a bunch of athletes k** yaself, n***a Give it all back to f**ing God Sip bleach with Amanda Todd My magic is evolving, abracadabra Alaka-f**ing-zam Bending spoons, teleporting Breaking out of Azkaban Oolong b**h, I'm porking piggies Going motherf**ing ham All ya'll n***as Seuss as f** Eating green eggs with Sam I'm running the game Dylan b**h, I'm spitting the flame Sorry b**h I don't know your name All you Joy's and Jenny's look the f**ing same f**ing your b**h on the balcony Making her a** clap Got her practicing her alchemy [Hook]