C.M.L.
Red Paint
[INTRO]
Oh yeah, man. Fuck dem n***as blood
You know what I′m on n***a, dead homies
We'll smoke you over the homies, N***a
Fuck you thinkin, N***a
I said Trip, load up them choppas, N***a
I'll smoke ya patna, N***a
Ain′t no need for no doctor, N***a
I'm on him like a helicopter, N***a

[VERSE]
I'm trippin' over Bris
Betta blow ya bitch a kiss
Ya I′ll kill ya over that motha-fuckin diss, N***a
Ten milli I′ll feel him
When I catch him, Ima spill him
I don′t give two motha-fuckin shits, N***a
I'm on my shit like a fly
We shoot suckas till they die
Bitch I′m from the south side, it's da click, N***a
Dread locks, head shots, find him with the red dot
Fuck the opps, everybody gettin hit, N***a
I′m in love wit my mag, you in love with a fag
Fuck around with the Hank and get dragged, N***a
Run up on him close range
Bullets rippin' through his brain
Fuck еverything you claim, yeah it's sad, N***a
I just blew up likе a bomb
Tell yo homie be calm
Yeah I used to fuck your Mom, I'm your dad N***a
Rich N***a but I′m wild
I take shots at the crowd
Yeah this chop thang loud, that′s a fact N***a
Black hoodie, Black Glock
Fold him like a laptop
Run up let the Mac pop
Bullets hit his ragtop
N***a stop playin' fore I home invade your stash spot
Rich ass n***a talkin shit
I got cash nah
Shining like i'm posed to be
Your bitch wanna get close to me
Ain't nobody over me
The benz look like potpourri
Talkin like you crazy
Ya I'll pull up and I′ll smoke a knee
I don't wear no motha-fuckin mask
You n***as know it′s me
White bitch super thick
Haters on some stupid shit
Been had a big bank roll, I ain't new to this
Dancin' like I′m crazy
But them crackers say this foolishness
My dread locks wild
Come in foul, we be shootin' shit
Stompin in these black j's
Modified black k's
Betta say your motha-fuckin prayers these your last days
Rich n***as doin drive-bys in the Black Range
Your house so small, It reminded of my half space
I′m Dopa than amphetamines
N***as betta quit testin me
Comin at the hank correct
That′s what you n***as better be
The hand sign I'm throwin up it look just like the letter B
Im trippin' on the opps until they take my last breath from me
Killin till the death of me
Rich N***a thuggin'
I′ll shut you yo pussy ass down with all that fussin
Caught him on the side street
Shot him and his cousin
We be giving all headshots like it's nothin'
Banked up for life
Shake a sucka like dice
Half a million worth of ice
I′ll knock out your life
Stop playin with these killas
Before I come and take your life
I'm the freshest N***a livin'
All these haters do is bite
Turn left, turn right
Skeet skirt, outta sight
Rich boy got cheese
But I don't fuck around with mice
She in love with a pimp
I'm in her head like lice
White bitch, white Benz
Lookin' like a grain a rice
I'm in love with killin' opps
I can′t sleep without my chops
Fuck these n***as, they be cops
Bitch I love gettin' guap
Headshots body drops
Skirt before he drop
I was wit your baby mama
She was blowin' off my socks (n***a)
I'm fresher than a peppermint
Got painted like the president
Bigger than the elephant
Your bitch know that I'm heaven sent
Everybody hate on Lavish D cuz they irrelevant
She begging for my dick
But she keep telling me she celibate