Yo Dot - Red Snapper Shit текст песни

I live forever through these bars
I live forever through these bars
Who would want it?
Who would want it?
Not what you hear, yo spit, oh shit
Better ran, dope kit, nine years, veteran
You ain't gotta coach this, cut from the same cloth
These niggas hold stitch, certified, stamped and approved
No postage, still spitting hot shit
Tryina make your hits warmer, drop a hot album
Watch them cop him like he Chris Dorner
See the buzzing building up, stacking like a freak ballot
Balance up my bank account, tryina get my plates valid
North side repping it, fit it where they catching me
You don't know that street number, hope you got a weapon with
You know me, I run straight, rolling up dump safe
Had up all my cut jeans sidekicks, I'm late
Flower with the seasoning, I'mma bake a batch of it
Dropping in the grease fire, this that redd's snapper shit
Flower with the seasoning, I'mma bake a batch of it
Dropping in the grease fire, this that redd's snapper shit

Nigga, I show you how to do it, watch this
Drop this, I'mma keep on making hot shit
Knock this till your motherfucker speakers blow
You ain't heard a motherfucker, what ain't need to know
This rap game, I got my hand around this motherfucker
Can't kill me, I live forever through these bars
Red jewels on it, who would want it
Drop the bomb, an abomination

You can feel the heat rise, cold meal, deep fried
Home cooked, not them value meals with them cheap fries
Hottest nigga out here, I ain't gotta prove the facts
Search burglar, you might find me on a Google map
Right up on that boulevard, close to the glory days
This my auto-bio, no, it's not a story faze
Rap resonate, stretch longer than a scroll letter
Ain't no comparisons, don't you niggas know better?
This is more than hunger, I'm about to scorch this summer
Food for thought grab a denim, menu with an order number

You know when God speak, Al Green, hot grease
Granny dreams never bought a hat from the swap me
Just that real snapping shit, mom and pop fit fries
Spaghetti with a cold slaw, nigga chose a dish out
Flower with the seasoning, you ain't seen the best in me
Compliments to the chef, y'all got that recipe

Nigga, I show you how to do it, watch this
Drop this, I'mma keep on making hot shit
Knock this till your motherfucker speakers blow
You ain't heard a motherfucker, what ain't need to know
This rap game, I got my hand around this motherfucker
Can't kill me, I live forever through these bars
Red jewels on it, who would want it
Drop the bomb, an abomination

Yeah, and just a further note, killing and murder quotes
Operate then bend this, I'm far from being a server, hoes
I've been an innovator and you behind steps
Keeping new everything, even got the concept
Came from a place where they burp sinners
I was dead broke, scraping change for a perch dinner
Now I burn stove top, every fucking verse
And I'm finally eating good, you can tell 'cause my shirt's slimmer
It's that hot summer dollar water gutter rap
Rims on that cuddy, peeling off when the rubber scratch
Knock this till your motherfucker epics blow
Knocking pictures off the wall, leaving damage holes
It's that dot shit, guaranteed hot shit
You can try to emulate, but no, niggas, not this
Umbrella top dog, damn, that nigga got balls
Fresh out the grease banquet, wanna fuck the hot sauce

Nigga, I show you how to do it, watch this
Drop this, I'mma keep on making hot shit
Knock this till your motherfucker speakers blow
You ain't heard a motherfucker, what ain't need to know
This rap game, I got my hand around this motherfucker
Can't kill me, I live forever through these bars
Red jewels on it, who would want it
Drop the bomb, an abomination