Red Dead Lyrics by Manifest, Polo G is a New English song sung by popular artists Polo G, Calboy & Manifest. Lyrics of this song are written by Polo G & Calboy and music produced by TrePounds.
Song Details
Singer : Polo G, Manifest Calboy
Lyrics : Polo G, Calboy
Music : DY Krazy, TrePounds
Red Dead Lyrics
Yeah, yeah, yeah
DY Krazy
Livin’ life like red dead, let me talk my sh*t
Let me spark my spliff, Percocet my best friend
If you want him dead, he dead, in the streets, I got the credit
Got murder on my mind, ride around my sh*t like headband
Choppers sing Blue Yeti, yeah, I leave him dead, dead
You know that lil’ ho not my lover
She a Billie Jean
At 2 AM I’m up here drunk, I’m off that Hennessy
Might stretch this lil’ Toyota, turn that bi**h to Limousine
And I lost my brother he in his feels, he wasn’t even in his league
I was so devilish in these streets
I can’t expect help from God
Ni***s be wolves in sheep clothes and ni***s can’t even help their fraud
And they was just hopin’ I was gon’ fail and then I beat the odds
And I was like free my brother Solo, wish they had see-through walls
I told you them ni***s ain’t your mans, them boys been duckin’ them calls
I heard them ni***s ain’t send no bread
But they was trappin’ out them halls
And I put a contract on a ni***s head
He better watch how he talk
And I leave a ni**a right where he stand, talkin’ like I ain’t no boss
And we can’t tolerate disrespect
You know that lil’ sh*t cost
And you know that’s water ’round a young ni**a neck, you know that lil’ sh*t Voss
I was in the Neiman’s spent a lil’ check and I got a strap when I walk
Lil’ bro the demon and he on that
He gon’ knock you off
Livin’ life like red dead, let me talk my sh*t
Let me spark my spliff, Percocet my best friend
If you want him dead, he dead, in the streets, I got the credit
Got murder on my mind, ride around my sh*t like headband
Choppers sing Blue Yeti, yeah, I leave him dead, dead
Let me talk my sh*t
Let me spark my spliff, Percocet my best friend
If you want him dead, he dead, in the streets, I got the credit
Got murder on my mind, ride around my sh*t like headband
Choppers sing Blue Yeti, yeah, I leave him dead, dead
Thinkin’ ’bout Tim Tim when I’m on tour, wish you were next to me
For your birthday, I popped a deuce
I was rollin’ off ecstasy
You was one of ours so we want blood, it’s hard to let it be
Got the opps so mad, them ni***s can’t wait to take my breath from me
My Glock make music, Glizzy singin’ like a melody
I’m a squeeze my .40 before I let you get the best of me
Plus, I’m with some killers who gon’ shoot that bi**h aggressively
Stay with my slimes they’ll wipe your nose, that’s if you step to me
We was in them trenches dodgin’ bullets and them felonies
Where I come from, 21 years old is a age you’re blessed to see
Snitchin’ at an all-time high in these streets ain’t no integrity
I’m cold-hearted so I iced out my accessories
Living life like red dead, let me talk my sh*t
Let me spark my spliff, Percocet my best friend
If you want him dead, he dead, in the streets, I got the credit
Got murder on my mind, ride around my sh*t like headband
Choppers sing Blue Yeti, yeah, I leave him dead, dead
Let me talk my sh*t
Let me spark my spliff, Percocet my best friend
If you want him dead, he dead, in the streets, I got the credit
Got murder on my mind, ride around my sh*t like headband
Choppers sing Blue Yeti, yeah, I leave him dead, dead