Gladiators II Rediroc (Ft. Quilly)

[Intro: Rediroc]
Ha! Jun gonna ask me if I'm ready
He tryna be funny

[Verse 1: Rediroc]
Trap Season I want (?) like a whole key
Grand daddy Perc 34 for that whole key
Rediroc, Graveyard shifting, I ain't get no sleep
You know me, Gold Alpinas; Kool Moe Dee
Whoo! Somebody tell me how it's lookin'
I just left the kitchen and I just finished cookin'
600 for the half and 1200 for the cookie
Handguns wit drums and I got a bunch of bullets
Eating mussels at the table like I'm Tony
Or dashing in a car wit a Khloe
Or out in FiJi when it's snowin'
Got these niggas' hatin' and they know it
Redi!

[Talking: Quilly]
Hey, you know what?
They gonna have to start paying me for the adlibs now
(come on!), uh, check it out

[Verse 2: Quilly]
I went from sleepin' on sofas to playin' cards wit the smokers
Waitin' for my phone to ring to get rid of this Coka
Sold out shows, my face on posters
Louie Chucks, fuck your penny loafers
Keep a poker face when I deal wit Jokers
Endless bars, I got plenty more, many more
Blow the dice, pick up your wife and hit the Fendi store
Drag my name through the dirt, it came out clean
Look through my contacts, you'll see all fiends
Trap life, keep your sprite, we pouring all lean
When pay me for a feature, bring all beans
FN, same guns that the FEDS got
That vest for your chest
You ain't prepared for a head shot