Red Down by Killumanti Lyrics
Verse 1:
One thing I can't stand is a messy ass hoe
Always running her damn mouth
Always telling folks what she know
Shut the fuck up bitch cause you really sound retarded
Got folks outside finna fight over some shit that you done started
See that’s why I don't fuck with these bitches or none of these niggas cause they messy too
These niggas be lying for the opps they be spying and they be denying the shit that be true
And these hoes ain't 100 they flip floppy too
Started some shit and then blame it on you
Start up some rumors that ain’t even true now you hearing shit about you that you don't even do
Like "Yes girl she said don't show nobody but I'm finna let you see"
But if she said "nobody" then why the fuck you showing me?
Y'all hoes ain't hanging wit me, tuh, look, I gotta go
And I ain't got time for none of y'all hoes
Cause all y’all petty, miserable, and broke
Hook:
Look, drop top be the coupe
Look, shit on niggas like poop
I be strapped up like a troop
Running solo, fuck a group
If you ain’t the gang, then you die with the opposites
Niggas can't think for themselves they incompetent
I’m here to stop the shit, watch niggas copy this
I cannot operate in all the sloppiness
Ah ah
And I ain't stopping till all of my bitches we riding in Beamers
And I said could do it but nobody ever believed us
We ahead of the wave so you know that they call us the leaders
And all these niggas they copy, cause they know they wanna be us
Chorus:
Red Down
I be dressin' in Red Down
Put my Beamer in reverse just to turn that bitch around
(Look Beamers)
Red Down
I be dressin' Red Down
Put my Beamer in reverse just to turn that bitch around
Look, Beamers, whips, chains, walla
I need, all the fucking Walla.(x2)
Verse 2:
Red bottoms when I step
Messy shit that’s all she text
All her calls they get reject
All that lying gone get you checked
Chains on me heavy, just look how it glisten
Engine so loud, it'll make a nigga listen
Ain't signing shit, I don't fuck with petitions
Had to change it up, had to change my condition
How you gone talk shit from the phone that i bought you
Tryna cover shit up, but we already caught you
And that Supreme head must be glued to your head
Cause we ain't never seen you in a picture without it
Is her phone on yet? Uh, I doubt it
I ain't pulled up or did shit else about it
Tried to say she don't fuck with me or my music either
But you was clappin' for me like you had gonnorhea
Chorus:
Red Down
I be dressin' Red Down
Put my Beamer in reverse just to turn that bitch around
(Look Beamers)
Red Down
I be dressin' Red Down
Put my Beamer in reverse just to turn that bitch around
Look, Beamers, whips, chains, walla
I need all the fucking walla. (x2)
Ah, Ah
G
One thing I can't stand is a messy ass hoe
Always running her damn mouth
Always telling folks what she know
Shut the fuck up bitch cause you really sound retarded
Got folks outside finna fight over some shit that you done started
See that’s why I don't fuck with these bitches or none of these niggas cause they messy too
These niggas be lying for the opps they be spying and they be denying the shit that be true
And these hoes ain't 100 they flip floppy too
Started some shit and then blame it on you
Start up some rumors that ain’t even true now you hearing shit about you that you don't even do
Like "Yes girl she said don't show nobody but I'm finna let you see"
But if she said "nobody" then why the fuck you showing me?
Y'all hoes ain't hanging wit me, tuh, look, I gotta go
And I ain't got time for none of y'all hoes
Cause all y’all petty, miserable, and broke
Hook:
Look, drop top be the coupe
Look, shit on niggas like poop
I be strapped up like a troop
Running solo, fuck a group
If you ain’t the gang, then you die with the opposites
Niggas can't think for themselves they incompetent
I’m here to stop the shit, watch niggas copy this
I cannot operate in all the sloppiness
Ah ah
And I ain't stopping till all of my bitches we riding in Beamers
And I said could do it but nobody ever believed us
We ahead of the wave so you know that they call us the leaders
And all these niggas they copy, cause they know they wanna be us
Chorus:
Red Down
I be dressin' in Red Down
Put my Beamer in reverse just to turn that bitch around
(Look Beamers)
Red Down
I be dressin' Red Down
Put my Beamer in reverse just to turn that bitch around
Look, Beamers, whips, chains, walla
I need, all the fucking Walla.(x2)
Verse 2:
Red bottoms when I step
Messy shit that’s all she text
All her calls they get reject
All that lying gone get you checked
Chains on me heavy, just look how it glisten
Engine so loud, it'll make a nigga listen
Ain't signing shit, I don't fuck with petitions
Had to change it up, had to change my condition
How you gone talk shit from the phone that i bought you
Tryna cover shit up, but we already caught you
And that Supreme head must be glued to your head
Cause we ain't never seen you in a picture without it
Is her phone on yet? Uh, I doubt it
I ain't pulled up or did shit else about it
Tried to say she don't fuck with me or my music either
But you was clappin' for me like you had gonnorhea
Chorus:
Red Down
I be dressin' Red Down
Put my Beamer in reverse just to turn that bitch around
(Look Beamers)
Red Down
I be dressin' Red Down
Put my Beamer in reverse just to turn that bitch around
Look, Beamers, whips, chains, walla
I need all the fucking walla. (x2)
Ah, Ah
G