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red man, pt. 2 - calvary kylan lyrics

[intro]
stand over that b*tch, we got h*lla sticks (i got murder ways)
(my n*gga brando the sickest)
(say, brando, what it hittin’ for?)
i could still post up in the hood
i ain’t never need a cl!ck, you better get that understood

[interlude]
i could still post up in the hood
i ain’t never need a cl!ck, you better get that understood
stand over him, i’ii k!ll him again if i could
think i won’t take his b*tch, i would
it’s famous opp’, he in a wood
h*lla shots, you’ll get popped, then we shoot back to hollywood
[chorus]
you gon’ be a dead man, don’t f*ck with red man
man, f*ck all that sh*t them n*ggas talking about, them n*ggas ain’t really steppin’
dead*dead man, don’t f*ck with red man
man, i ain’t gon’ lie, that sh*t f*cking me up, i was just arguing with lil’ 7, though
free my brother

[verse 1]
i got murder ways, mе and yoshi murder plays
reversе the clip and spin again, then shoot it the other way (grrah)
who calling my phone? oh, that’s 9, he made another play
he said that he can’t stop trapping, well, f*ck it, get my brother paid (get my brother paid)
keep your strap, make sure you stay safe, her people say i’m a bad influence
they don’t want her ’round me (yeah)
i tried to keep my name clear, but they tryna down me
i been fightin’ depression, this music sh*t found me
i throw up them 4’s, n*ggas know that’s where my town be (my town be)
heard a n*gga said it’s smoke, sh*t, i went copped me a glock (cop me a glock)
i ain’t worried ’bout no plot, b*tch, we done stepped on all the opps (all the opps)
we put all straps all in the trunk, guess we hidin’ ’em from the cops
’cause if they catch me with this mop, it’s gonna be k3 in a box (yeah)

[chorus]
you gon’ be a dead man, don’t f*ck with red man
man, f*ck all that sh*t them n*ggas talking about, them n*ggas ain’t really steppin’
dead*dead man, don’t f*ck with red man
man, i ain’t gon’ lie, that sh*t f*cking me up, i was just arguing with lil’ 7, though
free my brother
[verse 2]
told cam, “let’s just be cool” (yeah), he say he want you back
i got three p*ssy n*ggas mad because them— gave up the ‘cat (at all)
and she want make a post, well, tell that ho start speaking facts
but i got h*lla cash, lil’ bro just shipped of him a pack
ayy, he say he a stepper, tell ’em, “stop lyin'” (stop lyin’)
and b*tch, i’ma do the dash, f*ck the stop sign (the stop sign)
any n*gga say that he gon’ k!ll me, tell him stop tryin’ (stop tryin’)
akel dash off in the car, i hear the cop sirens

[chorus]
you gon’ be a dead man, don’t f*ck with red man (dead man)
man, f*ck all that sh*t them n*ggas talking about, them n*ggas ain’t really steppin’
dead*dead man, don’t f*ck with red man
man, i ain’t gon’ lie, that sh*t f*cking me up, i was just arguing with lil’ 7, though
free my brother (yeah, ooh)

[outro]
you gon’ be a dead man, don’t f*ck with red man (uh*huh, uh*uh, uh*uh)
dead*dead man, don’t f*ck with red man (man, that sh*t crazy, free keezy, free 7)
i could still post up in the hood
i ain’t never need a cl!ck, you better get that understood
stand over him, i’ii k!ll him again if i could
think i won’t take his b*tch, i would
it’s famous opp’, he in a wood
h*lla shots, you’ll get popped, then we shoot back to hollywood

- calvary kylan lyrics

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