Since When The Redmix by Kobe Red Lyrics
[Intro]
Yea, Yea
Yea, yea
Uhh, uhh
97 Shit, Hol’ up
Yea, yea, yea
Come through, snap real quick
Uhh, uhh
Aye
Aye
Aye
Aye...
[Verse 1]
I ride with a mask off ...
Come through like a mad dog
Holes in your Jaguar
I’m knowing it’s sad dog ...
You act like a bad dog
We kick your ass dog
All bout a bag dog...
I don’t get this rap off
It’s back to the trap dog
I’m dripping, this mad sauce...
That water is mad Voss
It cost me a stack for it
I pull up and park it
I roll up and spark it
Stayed in them apartments
Nigga just stop it
No, you do not spark shit
Bark, get your dog hit
Leave him like dog shit
He stink up the carpet
Smell like he farted
Load up a carbon
Dressed just like a goblin
Mask up and then rob him
Nigga out here rapping bout a bag
When really he ain’t getting No money
Nigga really was down bad
But now I’m in the booth Going dummy
Real niggas keep shit a stack
All them fake niggas act funny
Left my old bitch in the past
And my new bitch sweet like honey
And you can
Pull up get hit
Got like four or five sticks
That’ll make a nigga stiff
Like drift wood
Pull up on you bitch
And I fed her ass the tip
Let me nut up on her lip
Cause the dick good
Money like Mitch
I ain’t never had shit
So I had to make a flip
Just to switch hoods
Looking like a pimp
I be walking with a limp
Got like 4 or 5 chicks
Like a pimp should
Bitch
Im on road lil nigga
Run up on me, I’ll expose a nigga
Bitch Im rollin, like a boulder nigga
Nino put you on a poster nigga
You ain't know, now you know lil nigga
Buy a sprite and then we pour, lil nigga
From up North, where its cold lil nigga
And you might have to keep a pole lil nigga
[Hook]
I know they don’t like me
I know they don’t like me
Say they want to fight me
They want to fight me
But bitch I’m too icy
Aye bitch too icy
So please do not try me
Please do not try me
Two piece with a biscuit
If you run up get hit bitch
Don’t care bout your pigment
Want smoke, you can get it
[Verse 2]
Hey hol up
Before they knew my name
They knew I bump
Swervin Lane to lane
While I been toking on this blunt
Nigga you ain't gang
Ain't never hang, nah you can’t front
You was on the porch
But shit we knew that from the jump
Don’t ever try to play me
… Bitch I’m poppin’
Two piece with a side of Fazos
Bitch I think I’m boxin’
I be all up on the road
Bitch you know I’m rockin’
You been tryna cuff her
Heard that she still homie hoppin’
She Say
She want to fuck me with my chains on
Took her to the back
And hit that hoe to a two chainz song
Hop up in that booth
I bring that fire, turn that flame on
I Got more play than EA
Tell the nigga get his game on
I see why they don’t like me
Bitch I’m so icy
Brand new Louie belt
Is complimented by these Nikes
Swear I’m bout a check
And my respect so please don’t try me
Bitch I keep a shooter
I ain’t worried bout no fightin’
[Hook]
I know they don’t like me
I know they don’t like me
Say they want to fight me
They want to fight me
But bitch I’m too icy
Aye bitch too icy
So please do not try me
Please do not try me
Two piece with a biscuit
If you run up get hit bitch
Don’t care bout your pigment
Want smoke, you can get it
Yea, Yea
Yea, yea
Uhh, uhh
97 Shit, Hol’ up
Yea, yea, yea
Come through, snap real quick
Uhh, uhh
Aye
Aye
Aye
Aye...
[Verse 1]
I ride with a mask off ...
Come through like a mad dog
Holes in your Jaguar
I’m knowing it’s sad dog ...
You act like a bad dog
We kick your ass dog
All bout a bag dog...
I don’t get this rap off
It’s back to the trap dog
I’m dripping, this mad sauce...
That water is mad Voss
It cost me a stack for it
I pull up and park it
I roll up and spark it
Stayed in them apartments
Nigga just stop it
No, you do not spark shit
Bark, get your dog hit
Leave him like dog shit
He stink up the carpet
Smell like he farted
Load up a carbon
Dressed just like a goblin
Mask up and then rob him
Nigga out here rapping bout a bag
When really he ain’t getting No money
Nigga really was down bad
But now I’m in the booth Going dummy
Real niggas keep shit a stack
All them fake niggas act funny
Left my old bitch in the past
And my new bitch sweet like honey
And you can
Pull up get hit
Got like four or five sticks
That’ll make a nigga stiff
Like drift wood
Pull up on you bitch
And I fed her ass the tip
Let me nut up on her lip
Cause the dick good
Money like Mitch
I ain’t never had shit
So I had to make a flip
Just to switch hoods
Looking like a pimp
I be walking with a limp
Got like 4 or 5 chicks
Like a pimp should
Bitch
Im on road lil nigga
Run up on me, I’ll expose a nigga
Bitch Im rollin, like a boulder nigga
Nino put you on a poster nigga
You ain't know, now you know lil nigga
Buy a sprite and then we pour, lil nigga
From up North, where its cold lil nigga
And you might have to keep a pole lil nigga
[Hook]
I know they don’t like me
I know they don’t like me
Say they want to fight me
They want to fight me
But bitch I’m too icy
Aye bitch too icy
So please do not try me
Please do not try me
Two piece with a biscuit
If you run up get hit bitch
Don’t care bout your pigment
Want smoke, you can get it
[Verse 2]
Hey hol up
Before they knew my name
They knew I bump
Swervin Lane to lane
While I been toking on this blunt
Nigga you ain't gang
Ain't never hang, nah you can’t front
You was on the porch
But shit we knew that from the jump
Don’t ever try to play me
… Bitch I’m poppin’
Two piece with a side of Fazos
Bitch I think I’m boxin’
I be all up on the road
Bitch you know I’m rockin’
You been tryna cuff her
Heard that she still homie hoppin’
She Say
She want to fuck me with my chains on
Took her to the back
And hit that hoe to a two chainz song
Hop up in that booth
I bring that fire, turn that flame on
I Got more play than EA
Tell the nigga get his game on
I see why they don’t like me
Bitch I’m so icy
Brand new Louie belt
Is complimented by these Nikes
Swear I’m bout a check
And my respect so please don’t try me
Bitch I keep a shooter
I ain’t worried bout no fightin’
[Hook]
I know they don’t like me
I know they don’t like me
Say they want to fight me
They want to fight me
But bitch I’m too icy
Aye bitch too icy
So please do not try me
Please do not try me
Two piece with a biscuit
If you run up get hit bitch
Don’t care bout your pigment
Want smoke, you can get it