Red Bottoms Dave East

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[Hook 1]
(Yea! Uh)
My bitch addicted to red bottoms (red bottoms!)
Point him out, my youngin head shot him (prrrrr!)
Come from the block, now we're headlining (the block!)
My phone off, they think the Feds got him (hello?)
My bitch addicted to red bottoms (uh!)
Point him out, my youngin head shot him (you see him!)
Come from the block, now we're headlining (from the block!)
My phone off, they think the Feds got him (ah!)
They think the Feds got him
My phone off, they think the Feds got him
My bitch addicted to red bottoms (aww yea!)
Point him out, my youngin head shot him (pow!)
They think the Feds got him
My phone off, they think the Feds got him (the Feds got him)
Come from the block, now we're headlining (from the block!)
Point him out, my youngin head shot him
[Verse 1]
Like Earl Manigault, the block's jumping
You was soft, getting money made you stop pumping (stop that, my nigga)
Quarter pound, broke it down, I supply onions (some Os!)
They ’ll never have your back, probably die fronting
Me and Rico, that’s a kilo! (Rico!)
Sliding through The Heights, me, Gutter, Mac and Lethal (uh)
Black Balenciagas, hundred dollars on the free throw
Summertime indictment, get excited, I’m ‘a reload {rrraaa!)
You ain’t never came up in the gutter
Everybody selling butter and them snitches undercover (uh!)
Locos trapping out of {bleep} spot on the DS
It don’t matter, summer, spring or winter, nigga we fresh
Got a couple dollars, told my jeweler I’m ‘a holler
Radio copped the Impala, make my pound, like he eat's next
Yacht Master Rollie, my youngins’ll take your arm for it
Passed it to my shooter, he ain’t even have to call for it
That money, nigga we all for it
Any gun you want on deck, just make a call for it (any gun!)
On the block, posted like a small forward (posted!)
I be exciting my women, your bitches all bored (hah!)
We was into moving powder like a chalkboard {sniff}
I’m trying to park Maseratis while you park Fords (errrr!)
You was cutting up your work, we gave 'em all raw
Knocking off this pack of Molly, rocking Tom Fords (ah!)