Red Rag On A Blue Nose Chris King (Ft. Jose Guapo & Mozzy)

[Intro]
P B on the track

[Verse 1: Chris King]
[?] motion
I've been wondering where the time going
Third eye open
2 percocets got my mind focused
Dime smokers, I'm tryna kick the cup, purple lines lower
[?] I do not speak with my Glock, ain't soft spoken
Getting dough with those that you kick it with, that's indicative
Spit that cursive without the penmenship, just the memories
Smoking with my goons, rolling stone, tryna hit a lick
All that shit you talk out your mouth, I know [?]

[Verse 2: Jose Guapo]
Yeah
And all that bullshit, we sick of it
Broke bitch, she probably smoke her a cigarette
Percocets and addies, yeah, I get super lit
Quarter million dollar car, like I'm super [?]
Yeah, I just move [?] hit a stupid lick
I ran off on the plug, and spent it on my wrist
[?] go get me some [?] shit
Banana clips, but I ain't fucking with no monkey bitch
Young Guapo, make her say it three times
This bitch geeked up, she just snorted three lines
Yeah I'm poured up, I just poured three lines
And if they tell you I'm broke, then you know they lieing
Foreign bitches at my show, tryna jump the line
I just thumb through the hundreds, keep me occupied
[?] xanax, and I can't hide
I got tears all inside, and I can't hide