BigKayBeezy – Red Bottoms

BigKayBeezy – Red Bottoms Lyrics

Artist: BigKayBeezy
Song: Red Bottoms

Put Down Gang
You know what the f**k goin’ on
What else?
(Ayy, who made it? Milan made it, b*t*h)

Home-made, red bottoms, I been stompin’ n***as out
Hangin’ out the roof, spinnin’
Hit him then it’s time to switch the route
Shut your f**kin’ mouth ‘fore I blow this forty at your scalp

Might kick door your house
And have your momma cryin’, movin’ out
I’m that n***a now, pullin’ triggers
Smokin’ n***as, ain’t no Swishers now

B*t*h, I got you figured out
Put his blood on the wall, tryna come repaint your house
He inside, we stake it out
Straight red beams, he breakin’ out

N***as writin’ trash diss songs, let me take it out
You wanna beef with me?
You gotta have at least the same amount in your bank account
N***as weed, let me break ’em down

Ain’t no Swisher Sweets anytime I bring the gang around
Bust Down Gang
I spent on my chain what you just spent to relocate
And foenem still can get you baked, uh

I make what you make in thirteen months in thirteen days
Pick him off, I get you paid, n***as roaches, where’s my raid?
Ayy, ayy
B*t*h #ss n***as

Why the f**k y’all keep playin’ with me, man?
N***a, you ain’t shot a good video in like, three years
Weak #ss b*t*h
Get your bread up

Home-made, red bottoms, I been stompin’ n***as out
Hangin’ out the roof, spinnin’
Hit him then it’s time to switch the route
Shut your f**kin’ mouth ‘fore I blow this forty at your scalp

Might kick door your house
And have your momma cryin’, movin’ out
Sippin’ on a opp, this b*t*h so motherf**kin’ dirty
I heard lil’ b*t*hes give the drop

I’m about to spin they sh*t with thirties
It’s me and [?] like, I get him gone early
We want the dawg, he gone, ayy, that’s why I’m murkin’
Listen, I don’t miss my straps, I gon’ get you clapped

Hollows tips gon’ smack, bag him like some crack
This ain’t on X’s but I ain’t miss ’cause of that
Get a n***a whacked, fresh up out the trap
President, he be tweakin’, we don’t tolerate it

Yeah, that bop stick have a n***a discombobulated
Brother a snitch, we heard he had cooperated
Lean back with the four fifty like I shot a fader
We in all black but we is not the Raiders

Pills yellow, drink purple, we is not the Lakers
Drinkin’ straight like I ain’t got no taste
Tell your b*t*h get the f**k out my face, I’m not gon’ chase her
These n***as b*t*hes, they be hoes

I practice to stompin’ on y’all necks
When kickin’ down y’all n***as door
And y’all broke, y’all be wearin’ the same clothes
Don’t get caught slippin’, better stand on all ten toes, ayy, ayy

B*t*h #ss n***a, I ain’t done
Finna get on foenem ass, look
You a goofy, you thin as hell
And you pu**y, ayy

What y’all gon’ do with that lil’ deuce-deuce?
You know I been totin’ forties and I been a loose screw
I’m a dog and I’m the sh*t, I’m Scooby-Doo-Doo
And don’t nobody know you, b*t*h, they like, “Who you?”

Ayy, uh, look me up on YouTube
I heard you dropped the diss and it got like two views
Look at lil’ dude, he uglier than a b*t*h
And he ain’t gon’ get no b*t*hes

On foenem grave
Home-made, red bottoms, I been stompin’ n***as out
Hangin’ out the roof, spinnin’
Hit him then it’s time to switch the route

Shut your f**kin’ mouth ‘fore I blow this forty at your scalp
Might kick door your house
And have your momma cryin’, movin’ out
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From the album:
Don Juan [Explicit]
Release Year: 2021