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RED Video (MV)




Performed By: Tweak
Language: English
Length: 2:31
Written by: Tommy Robinson




Tweak - RED Lyrics
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I done woke up seeing red, rocking red
You would think a nigga throwing up a set, but I'm dead not
Niggas claim they got it, but they dead popped
Lying on they're partners, and they put it on their dead pops
Damn, stop
F*ck a helping hand, I'm moving dead wock
Niggas internet, swear they smoking on some dead opps
Shit, y'all ever seen a stepper in some red crocs?
I don't really miss like a glocky with a red dot
Red dot on him like an Indian, a head drop
Y'all flip flopped, so I won't, and I can't stop
Man, stop asking where I be, acting fanned out
Probably overseas, out of state, eating lamb chop
With a pretty bitch, nails done with her hair out
Put it in a bun, oh she making sure the head fire, wepa!
When she call me papi, make the bed rock
Started from the bottom of the bottom, yeah that's bedrock
Pull up like I'm Hancock
Move bitch, get out the way!
I'm finna pop shit, watch this
You thought I was done? Quite the opposite
Out of town eating on them noodles with the chopsticks
The last bitch jealous, yelling at me like "you not shit"
She thought she was thugging with her rounds on the block list
Told her she could be by herself with that thot shit
What's toxic? They tried to spin back when I got shit
Yeah, it's whatever, cause I'm doing better
Iced the wrist, got a badder bitch with a radder basil
Remember that you had my drip, got a better sweater
You? Replace me?
Baby you could never, Tommy petty
Nigga want smoke? I'm like betty
Mask on, feeling like Jason with machetes
You bashing, I'm slashing it, and the stash heavy
Know the last nigga tried, we done made guy regret it
By we, I mean me and me
TNT explode the void
Yeah, you know I've been that boy
Bag talk, I don't avoid
Bad bitch tryna give me cookie
Yeah, that's chips ahoy!
Brag bout her, cause she did better, I'm the better choice
Better bite your tongue, don't bargain what you can't afford
Real quick to slight book a flight that's across the border
Ultima to race, but I like whipping in a ford
Tweaker of the year goes to me, that's with no award (Damn!)
I done woke up seeing red, rocking red
You would think a nigga throwing up a set, but I'm dead not
Niggas claim they got it, but they dead popped
Lying on they're partners, and they put it on their dead pops
Damn, stop
F*ck a helping hand, I'm moving dead wock
Niggas internet, swear they smoking on some dead opps (Bluffing!)
Shit, y'all ever seen a stepper in some red crocs?
I don't really miss like a glocky with a red dot
Red dot on him like an Indian, a head drop
Y'all flip flopped, so I won't, and I can't stop
Man, stop asking where I be, acting fanned out
Probably overseas, out of state, eating lamb chop
With a pretty bitch, nails done with her hair out
Put it in a bun, oh she making sure the head fire, wepa!
When she call me papi, make the bed rock
Started from the bottom of the bottom, yeah that's bedrock
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I done woke up seeing red, rocking red
You would think a nigga throwing up a set, but I'm dead not
Niggas claim they got it, but they dead popped
Lying on they're partners, and they put it on their dead pops
Damn, stop
F*ck a helping hand, I'm moving dead wock
Niggas internet, swear they smoking on some dead opps
Shit, y'all ever seen a stepper in some red crocs?
I don't really miss like a glocky with a red dot
Red dot on him like an Indian, a head drop
Y'all flip flopped, so I won't, and I can't stop
Man, stop asking where I be, acting fanned out
Probably overseas, out of state, eating lamb chop
With a pretty bitch, nails done with her hair out
Put it in a bun, oh she making sure the head fire, wepa!
When she call me papi, make the bed rock
Started from the bottom of the bottom, yeah that's bedrock
Pull up like I'm Hancock
Move bitch, get out the way!
I'm finna pop shit, watch this
You thought I was done? Quite the opposite
Out of town eating on them noodles with the chopsticks
The last bitch jealous, yelling at me like "you not shit"
She thought she was thugging with her rounds on the block list
Told her she could be by herself with that thot shit
What's toxic? They tried to spin back when I got shit
Yeah, it's whatever, cause I'm doing better
Iced the wrist, got a badder bitch with a radder basil
Remember that you had my drip, got a better sweater
You? Replace me?
Baby you could never, Tommy petty
Nigga want smoke? I'm like betty
Mask on, feeling like Jason with machetes
You bashing, I'm slashing it, and the stash heavy
Know the last nigga tried, we done made guy regret it
By we, I mean me and me
TNT explode the void
Yeah, you know I've been that boy
Bag talk, I don't avoid
Bad bitch tryna give me cookie
Yeah, that's chips ahoy!
Brag bout her, cause she did better, I'm the better choice
Better bite your tongue, don't bargain what you can't afford
Real quick to slight book a flight that's across the border
Ultima to race, but I like whipping in a ford
Tweaker of the year goes to me, that's with no award (Damn!)
I done woke up seeing red, rocking red
You would think a nigga throwing up a set, but I'm dead not
Niggas claim they got it, but they dead popped
Lying on they're partners, and they put it on their dead pops
Damn, stop
F*ck a helping hand, I'm moving dead wock
Niggas internet, swear they smoking on some dead opps (Bluffing!)
Shit, y'all ever seen a stepper in some red crocs?
I don't really miss like a glocky with a red dot
Red dot on him like an Indian, a head drop
Y'all flip flopped, so I won't, and I can't stop
Man, stop asking where I be, acting fanned out
Probably overseas, out of state, eating lamb chop
With a pretty bitch, nails done with her hair out
Put it in a bun, oh she making sure the head fire, wepa!
When she call me papi, make the bed rock
Started from the bottom of the bottom, yeah that's bedrock
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Writer: Tommy Robinson
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