Red 2 Go - Danny Brown
Codeine in my cereal, always behind a smokey
I'm sorta like a miracle, you rappers are venereal
And never in my stereo, might spray your ass with vinegar
The next time that I see ya bro
Bet yo ass still won't be tight
The size of my d_ck n_gga, every p_ssy tight
I write all night til the sun comes up
Dodging texts from yo sista tryna lick on my nuts
Cobra clutch the game, put that b_tch into submission
Yo b_tch want the stick shift, no transmission
Dawg, I'm on a mission, you're playing exhibition
On an expedition, poppin X but never trippin
Chillin with a vixen, tryna stick my d_ck in
Red head ho, like a young Kathy Griffin
Smoked too many blunts, I can hear my lungs whistlin'
Still rollin up, ho smellin like chicken
Rap Martin Lawrence, all you other rappers boring
Bruiser make 2 Live Crew look like some mormons
N_gga my essay is hard like a life-doin' ese
Gang banging on the yard with a home made machete
The nicest cassette tapes, stay smokin' heavy
Popped a couple pills, eye's glowing like Belly
Used to stash the cracks in the seams of my Pelle
Detroit n_gga, but I'm smokin' on LA
[Hook]
And is anybody nervous?
I'm red to go [2x]
I said is anybody worried?
I'm red to go [2x]
Is anybody scared?
I'm red to go [2x]
Well I used to be afraid
I'm red to go [2x]
Tired of where I came from but know where I'm goin'
Tears in my eyes cause I'm smokin' on an onion
Aroma on that 'etra scary and McNairy
Off of moon rocks in Barcelona poppin' cherries
Blowjobs from model twins
Doin' drugs with acronyms
So many lines thought this sh_t was bush garden
Party startin' monster with the hair like Blanka
Hotel room like a hair metal concert
This blonde made the d_ck do the spring on [?]
You disrespect I hit you with the slap of Tatanka
Remember n_gga used to eat sh_t that didn't match
Like cornbeef hash and some f_ckin' Apple Jacks
Used to bag up the packs at [?] every night
Bologna all night, with no peanut b_tter, couldn't waste it on the mic
So I waste every night, everything came with rice
And I knew I wouldn't write
So I got my ass up, f_ck dependin' on luck
Greyhound to NY bout 300 bucks
Kept my hopes up but my confidence was low
Now my self esteem is astral
Lookin' at this cash flow
Did it my way, I ain't nobody ho
I'm bout to pimp the rap game
B_tch I'm red to go [2x]
[Hook]
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