Red Down

One thing I can't stand is a messy ass hoe
 Always runnin' her damn mouth
 Always tellin' 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
 And none of these niggas 'cause they messy too
 These niggas be lyin', for the opps they be spyin
 And they be denying the shit that be true
 And these hoes ain't one hundred
 They flip floppy too
 Started some shit and they blame it on you
 Start up some rumors that ain't even true
 Now you hearin' 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 showin' me?
 Y'all hoes ain't finna hang with 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
 Look, drop top be the coupe
 Look, shit on niggas like poop
 I be strapped up like a troop
 Runnin' solo, fuck a group
 If you ain't the gang then you down 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 stoppin' 'till all of my bitches, we ridin' in Beamers
 And I said I could do it but nobody ever believed us
 We ahead of the wave so you know that they call us the leaders
 And these niggas they copy cats, they know they wanna be us
 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 fuckin' walla
 Red bottoms when I step
 Messy shit that's all she text
 All her calls they get reject
 All that lyin' gon' get you checked
 Chains on me heavy
 Just look how it glisten
 Engine so loud it'll make a nigga listen
 They 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 I bought you?
 Tryna cover shit up, but we already caught you
 And that Supreme headband must be glued to your head
 'Cause we ain't ever 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 gonorrhea
 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 fuckin' walla
 Ah (Ah)
 Bitch now why the f*ck you do that
 Y'all blessed, boy you saucy