Red Dead Manifest, Polo G & Calboy

[Intro]
Yeah
Yeah-yeah
Yeah-yeah
(DY Krazy)

[Chorus: Calboy]
Livin' life like Red Dead, let me talk my shit
Let me spark my spliff, Percocet my best friend
If you want him dead, he dead, in the streets, I got the credit
Got murder on my mind, wrapped around my shit like headband
Choppers sing Blue Yeti, yeah, I leave him dead, dead

[Verse 1: Calboy]
You know that lil' ho not my lover, she a Billie Jean
At 2 AM I'm up here drunk, I'm off that Hennessy
Might stretch this lil' Toyota, turn that bitch to Limousine
And I lost my brother he in his feels, he wasn't even in his league
I was so devilish in these streets, I can't expect help from God
Niggas be wolves in sheep clothes and niggas can't even help, they fraud
And they was just hopin' I was gon' fail and then I beat the odds
And I was like "Free my brother Solo", wish they had see-through walls
I told you them niggas ain't your mans, them boys been duckin' them calls
I heard them niggas ain't send no bread but they was trappin' out them halls
And I put a contract on a nigga head, he better watch how he talk
And I leave a nigga right where he stand, talkin' like I ain't no boss
And we can't tolerate disrespect, you know that lil' shit cost
And you know that's water 'round a young nigga neck, you know that lil' shit Voss
I was in the Neiman's spent a lil' check and I got a strap when I walk
Lil' bro the demon and he on that, he gon' knock you off