Red Limits go crazy
Red Limits (Red Limits)
Bad bitches, what I like tho
Crazy bitches be my type tho
That was not a typo
But that bitch was just a typo
Shoulda let her go a while ago
I know, I know
Bad bitches, what I like tho
Crazy bitches be my type tho
That was not a typo
But that bitch was just a typo
Shoulda let her go a while ago
I know, I know
Mhm, knew it wasn’t love
Didn’t know what it was
Thought you were on drugs
You say that I am
Don’t say shit, I shrug
Who am I to judge, who am I to judge
Who am I gon’ love, once you gone
This shit got me feeling all alone, like numb
Shoot one time, I swear that I ain’t missing ho
If I hit her, then I leave her, I won’t miss her tho
I gotta let her go, treat her like a seed or sum’
I gotta let her grow
She swallow all my seeds or sum’
I had to let them know
I blew up out of them trees or sum’
I had to let it blow
Bad bitches, what I like tho
Crazy bitches be my type tho
That was not a typo
But that bitch was just a typo
Shoulda let her go a while ago
I know, I know
Bad bitches, what I like tho
Crazy bitches be my type tho
That was not a typo
But that bitch was just a typo
Shoulda let her go a while ago
I know, I know
I get that outta my system
I put my dick in her sister
Just to say that I just did it
That is revenge with the vengeance
Pull up on him, then I hit it
Choppa on me, it’s gon’ hit it
Choppa on me, it’s gon’ hit it
Choppa on me, I’ma get it
I get the money
And opps they be shootin, my bitches would sneak this and fucking they friends
I don’t get time for no fathers, no time for no love
Niggas, they didn’t get no money, they funny, like tough
I fucked your bitch, I can’t tell you a secret
A .40 on me, you don’t know that I got it
A .40 on me, you don’t know that I got it
Turn up on me, then I’m shooting I act like it’s nothing
Running off of cops, invading my shop
I was tryna cook knots
I was tryna cook pot, yeah
They was talking down to me, so I had to up it, on me – that’s a Glock, yeah
Niggas talking down to me, I keep the iron on me, like I’m Tony Stark, yeah
They don’t want no smoke at all
I buy a pound of weed, it’s OG, then I smoke it all
I got some straps on me, I roll up and I smoke it off
I’m poppin’ ecstasy and percies, ain’t no adderall
She wanna get next to me, she neckin’ me, she top me off
I don’t have to drive her home, that Uber goin’ drop her off
I ain’t talking ’bout no cops, she tried to cop it off, ey
She tried to cut me, nah, ayy
She tried to cuff me, nah, ayy
She had to suck me, nah, ayy
I don’t give a fuck about shit, I prolly shoot up yo’ youth group
Choppa make you fall, like a fucking loose tooth, uh, ruthless
Like my cat do, I’ma bark like my dog do
.40 sneeze nigga, no achoo
Pull up on him, like past you
I go nuts like cashews
Bad bitches, what I like tho
Crazy bitches be my type tho
That was not a typo
But that bitch was just a typo
Shoulda let her go a while ago
I know, I know
Bad bitches, what I like tho
Crazy bitches be my type tho
That was not a typo
But that bitch was just a typo
Shoulda let her go a while ago
I know, I know
Bad bitches, what I like tho
Crazy bitches be my type tho
That was not a typo
But that bitch was just a typo
Shoulda let her go a while ago
I know, I know