Red or Blue Top Flo by VENMC Lyrics
Let's fuck 'em up
[Verse 1]
The system's rigged, the rich kids already win
Bunch of pussies smellin' like where my fingers already been
Post an echo manifesto, yall and Donald on the wall
The rest of yall can suck it down or get found by Logan Paul
Is that line in the sand or beluga striped V2’s
You wanna look down, well shit, Look farther down than my shoes
My sac been draggin' on the pavement, leave it brown where I moved
So keep it up I got a lot of fuckin' bowels to move
And now it's back to the regular propaganda
Smoke me a little cancer, voting is not the answer
Throw me a little peace while you roll you a little camera
Found me this little peace and I'm hopin' that it's the answer
[Chorus]
Bitch I'm aimin' at the top flo'
Wallets out, point me out the head honcho (x2)
[Verse 2]
Don't have a fuck left/ suggest you get one
Yeah, I can show you a desert hole where I think I Left Some
Yeah, I’ll blow your mind so open wide while I infect 'em
I am Verizon's dick inside of Ajit Pai’s rectum
They say America was great, well shit it's all the same to me
As greater White America goes crazy over taking knees
Like, no one makes you watch it, maybe y'all should take a leaf
Out of your own book and only speak on what you claim to be
Cuz red or blue, they're tellin' you
You better choose or get the nooses
Set the Tiki troches/Jesus lord our Saviour
Lit the flame/ let's kill the neighbors
Burn their papers, make their country take em back
But till I leave, best believe, long as I can breathe
[Chorus]
Bitch I'm aimin' at the top flo'
Wallets out, point me out the head honcho (x2)
[Verse 1]
The system's rigged, the rich kids already win
Bunch of pussies smellin' like where my fingers already been
Post an echo manifesto, yall and Donald on the wall
The rest of yall can suck it down or get found by Logan Paul
Is that line in the sand or beluga striped V2’s
You wanna look down, well shit, Look farther down than my shoes
My sac been draggin' on the pavement, leave it brown where I moved
So keep it up I got a lot of fuckin' bowels to move
And now it's back to the regular propaganda
Smoke me a little cancer, voting is not the answer
Throw me a little peace while you roll you a little camera
Found me this little peace and I'm hopin' that it's the answer
[Chorus]
Bitch I'm aimin' at the top flo'
Wallets out, point me out the head honcho (x2)
[Verse 2]
Don't have a fuck left/ suggest you get one
Yeah, I can show you a desert hole where I think I Left Some
Yeah, I’ll blow your mind so open wide while I infect 'em
I am Verizon's dick inside of Ajit Pai’s rectum
They say America was great, well shit it's all the same to me
As greater White America goes crazy over taking knees
Like, no one makes you watch it, maybe y'all should take a leaf
Out of your own book and only speak on what you claim to be
Cuz red or blue, they're tellin' you
You better choose or get the nooses
Set the Tiki troches/Jesus lord our Saviour
Lit the flame/ let's kill the neighbors
Burn their papers, make their country take em back
But till I leave, best believe, long as I can breathe
[Chorus]
Bitch I'm aimin' at the top flo'
Wallets out, point me out the head honcho (x2)