Red Flag (feat. Psweatpants)
It's a red flag, it's a red flag
It's a red flag
It's a red flag, it's a red flag
It's a red flag
Yah, yah, yah, yah
Lames in the comments acting like they know me
They don't know how my past got me on crud
Think they better but they never ever show me
It's just weird how they hate when they show love
Z list so they know they can't approach me
Behind my back on the gram they can talk tough
Idle hands and the devil nah dey can't control me
Designer brands are a mask for their own ones
Jealousy don't step to me, it's a myth to me that's facts tho
Heresy don't stress to me when I get that Goldman Sachs dough
Prophecy, it's meant to be, see winning is my brand so
'Nuff man in my DMs cause they wanting El Dorado
Oh - now switch up the flow
Bad man go, it's time to go home
Not in the zone
Stay down low with da eediat people
Stare at your phone
Nah you ain't no don
And you ain't no Corleone
Been too long putting you on
While you sucking dry like a bone
Red flag here, red flag der
Blue lights shining, sirens blare
War man riddim, Tony Blair
Red lights shining, don't go there
Red flag here, red flag der
Blue lights shining, sirens blare
War man riddim, cold in here
Red lights shining don't go there
Lames in the comments acting like they know me
They don't know how my past got me on crud
Think they better but they never ever show me
It's just weird how they hate when they show love
I, I never lack, state of attack
Red and blue lights past the red flags
I never slack
Never do that
Cut off my foes, snakes and the rats
You hear the drum go rata tat tat
Man I be high just like a flat
Covering cheap Tories did that
I be a G's
Man I be out 'ere tryna get p
Smoking my vapours, smoking my weed
Conjuring flows, mashing up beats
Walking with steez, talking my greaze
Stepping to me with intensity
Talking your shit the audacity
Step on his face like my name Bruce Lee
I- got the beat back and I'm slaying the tracks
And I'm all about hustle out 'ere getting stacks
And sharpening bars to cut through like an axe
Cooking up fools, bacon and baps
Writing my bars spraying out crack
Super aggressive vulgar and that
Give no fucks back my chat
You will get smoked like salmon and that
Thrown in the hedges Benson and that
Light up a fool while keeping my cool
Lyrical tool for any buffoon
Yeah it be P yeah it be sweats
Killing these tunes spitting my truth
Chilling with goons tearing down booths
Like what
Lames in the comments acting like they know me
They don't know how my past got me on crud
Think they better but they never ever show me
It's just weird how they hate when they show love
It's a red flag, it's a red flag
It's a red flag
It's a red flag, it's a red flag
It's a red flag