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Fijimacintosh – Red Pill, Blue Pill / Glock Box, Pt. 2 lyrics
[Intro]
D-D-D-Deko
[Chorus: Fijimacintosh]
I'm high and you're not
Bitch, I tote my Glock
I don't Milly Rock, I can't fuck with cops
Can't fuck with snakes, stay far 'way from the opps
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Bitch, really bitch? Red pill, blue pill
Can you cook my melody? That's just how my mood is
White pill, blue sky, truth is not televised
You, me, and crew, we get served like some Popeyes
[Verse 1: Fijimacintosh]
Bitch keep on suckin' on this dick 'til your mouth tired
That bitch want a purse but she can't even get a french fry
I don't got no motherfuckin' friends, all them niggas died
I just took the top off that Benz, she like hypnotized
Mama want that coupe, want that coupe, with the frog eyes
I remember back in the day it was our time
Yellow bitch, purple bitch, double cup, that Actavis
Break it down a little bit, roll it up and take a hit
[Chorus: Fijimacintosh]
I'm high and you're not
****, I tote my Glock
I don't Milly Rock, I can't *** with cops
Can't **** with snakes, stay far 'way from the opps
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
****, really ****? Red pill, blue pill
Can you cook my melody? That's just how my mood is
White pill, blue sky, truth is not televised
You, me, and crew, we get served like some Popeyes
[Verse 2: Noirillusions]
Bitch gave me head so damn good, gave her high five
Bitch, I'm in the hood every day, I cannot lie
Beam on that Glock, it can see a nigga's third eye
Cheese in my pockets lookin' swole just like Popeye
I'm finna take this bitch soul, she will not find
Diamonds on me bling so damn hard, not no hotline
Black diamond teeth, samurai in the night time
Black diamond teeth, samurai in the night time
[Chorus: Fijimacintosh]
I'm high and you're not
Bitch, I tote my Glock
I don't Milly Rock, I can't fuck with cops
Can't fuck with snakes, stay far 'way from the opps
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Bitch, really bitch? Red pill, blue pill
Can you cook my melody? That's just how my mood is
White pill, blue sky, truth is not televised
You, me, and crew, we get served like some Popeyes
D-D-D-Deko
[Chorus: Fijimacintosh]
I'm high and you're not
Bitch, I tote my Glock
I don't Milly Rock, I can't fuck with cops
Can't fuck with snakes, stay far 'way from the opps
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Bitch, really bitch? Red pill, blue pill
Can you cook my melody? That's just how my mood is
White pill, blue sky, truth is not televised
You, me, and crew, we get served like some Popeyes
[Verse 1: Fijimacintosh]
Bitch keep on suckin' on this dick 'til your mouth tired
That bitch want a purse but she can't even get a french fry
I don't got no motherfuckin' friends, all them niggas died
I just took the top off that Benz, she like hypnotized
Mama want that coupe, want that coupe, with the frog eyes
I remember back in the day it was our time
Yellow bitch, purple bitch, double cup, that Actavis
Break it down a little bit, roll it up and take a hit
[Chorus: Fijimacintosh]
I'm high and you're not
****, I tote my Glock
I don't Milly Rock, I can't *** with cops
Can't **** with snakes, stay far 'way from the opps
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
****, really ****? Red pill, blue pill
Can you cook my melody? That's just how my mood is
White pill, blue sky, truth is not televised
You, me, and crew, we get served like some Popeyes
[Verse 2: Noirillusions]
Bitch gave me head so damn good, gave her high five
Bitch, I'm in the hood every day, I cannot lie
Beam on that Glock, it can see a nigga's third eye
Cheese in my pockets lookin' swole just like Popeye
I'm finna take this bitch soul, she will not find
Diamonds on me bling so damn hard, not no hotline
Black diamond teeth, samurai in the night time
Black diamond teeth, samurai in the night time
[Chorus: Fijimacintosh]
I'm high and you're not
Bitch, I tote my Glock
I don't Milly Rock, I can't fuck with cops
Can't fuck with snakes, stay far 'way from the opps
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Bitch, really bitch? Red pill, blue pill
Can you cook my melody? That's just how my mood is
White pill, blue sky, truth is not televised
You, me, and crew, we get served like some Popeyes
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