Red dot Cosantana (Ft. Jace! (​​​​iayze))

[Intro: Cosantana]
Uh, too many bitches be too hard to count (Oh)
Lights out (Oh)
Too hard to count
Lights out (Oh)
(Be smokin'—)
Lights out (Oh)
Count, bust it down

[Chorus: Cosantana]
Red dot on my gun, I can't chase him, yeah (Ha, chase him)
Please don't fuck around, we give out facelifts (Ha)
We don't hide for shit, we gon' face him (Fire)
Fast cars, uh, we not racing (Ha)
Yeah, he pull out lead then we erasin' (We erase)
Bitch, I got my gun, just in case, uh (Just in case)
I pull out them racks then she gon' bust down (Bust down)
Interception, Jay took it back to six, we got a touchdown (Ha)
You better calm down, ayy

[Verse 1: Cosantana]
Doubled up my cup, it make me calm down (Make me calm down)
Bitch, I walk on shit, but I still run down (I still run down)
This shit payin' off, you gonna bе somthin' now (Gonna be somthin')
You gonna be somthin' now (Gonna be somthin')
Shе wanna do somthin' now (Do some' now)
Y'all wanna have fun, uh (Fun)
Been gettin' shit done now
Lookin' around, where the opps at? (Ha)
PTSD when I see them blue lights or them cops
Told my lil' bro, I'ma get him some Jag's, he like, "Fuck that nigga, where the Chop's at?" (Ha)