Red Button Lyrics

Like, beam on the glock and it came with a uh

Beam on the glock and it came with a stick

Twelve trying to blitz now we running like

Twelve trying to blitz now we running like Rick

Bad lil' bitch trying to take me a flick

I really want me a light-skinned chick

I remember when xan made hit

Twenty nineteen I was only a jit

Brodie set up the bait and you bit

I be stackin' my chips in my crackers like ritz

I only do Yves Saint Laurent or the Zicmade fits

I spent seven days in the stu everyday I made hits

Got that freak white bitch in the club made that bitch do the splits

Now young bull getting burn member he used to sit

Okay, they say men lie, women lie, numbers don't

You keep on sayin' you will be but you won't

Even if I don't sip, no walk, I still tip Mike Jones

I'm on dnd, don't be

I'm on dnd, don't be callin' my phone

What would you do if you was all alone

Now I got that light skin biddie she bad to the bone

Og told me pour up a shot of patron

Late nights on the block it was cold

But I ain't wanna go home

Young bull needed money to go to the mall I gave lil bro like a ten band loan

Brodie what did I tell you about sticks and stones

I'm so fly like a motherfucking drone

I'm balling hard like my young bull tone

Working out with Frank, dribbling through the cones

Like, beam on the glock and it came with a uh

Beam on the glock and it came with a stick

Twelve trying to blitz now we running like

Twelve trying to blitz now we running like Rick

Bad lil' bitch trying to take me a flick

I really want me a light-skinned chick

I remember when xan made hit

Twenty nineteen I was only a jit

Brodie set up the bait and you bit

I be stackin' my chips in my crackers like ritz

I only do Yves Saint Laurent or the Zicmade fits

I spent seven days in the stu everyday I made hits

Got that freak white bitch in the club made that bitch do the splits

Now young bull getting burn member he used to sit