KyVendetta - Seeing Red 2 (feat. Sergio.lvxx) Lyrics

I hit the dash on that hoe
I count up confetti then I hit the dash on that hoe
Pressin' the gas on that hoe
You know Vendetti, he pressin' the gas on that hoe
She like the music I make
She steady singin"Vendetta, boy, what is you on"
I just walked into the bank
Cause I make some money every time I hop on a song
I know a couple bitch niggas that don't really know that they bitch niggas
I can never be a bitch nigga
I'm the type of nigga throw the fist with ya
If I'm losin' at the fist with ya, then I'm sendin' bro to get you disfigured
Then right after you get disfigured, then I'm probably f*ckin' on your bitch nigga
K dot, bitch, I'm top dawg
Getting top with the f*ckin' top off
Red fluids, get to leaking out that nigga nose looking like some hot sauce
I been only seein' red
Damn near every song
Really tryin' to pop off
Free M-thang, bitch, he the type of nigga that'll shoot your block off
How why in the f*ck is you showin' out
F*ck a date, I'm not goin' out
You was actin' like a saint, just the other why the f*ck you hoeing now
Catch me at the show I'm showing out
Three.5 got a nigga zoning out
Little baby really trying to blow me now
That's your bitch why the f*ck she going now
Danny phantom little bitch I'm ghosting now
I hit the dash on that hoe
I count up confetti then I hit the dash on that hoe
Pressin' the gas on that hoe
You know Vendetti, he pressin' the gas on that hoe
She like the music I make
She steady singin"Vendetta, boy, what is you on"
I just walked into the bank
Cause I make some money every time I hop on a song
Yeah, on my baby bro, I can't put trust in a ho, you bitches be broke
Yeah, your bitch be on go, she a lil' ho, she suckin' the dick, till she choke
A.R.P. with that scope, Aim for his nose, if he run, down let him go
Me and all my niggas spin, spin, spin, that boy tried to run from the gen
I'm the devil at the door, shoulda knew better, bitch, you let me in
I'm blickin' through the code, left his ass leakin, brains blowin' in the wind
Bitch, I'm really goin' crazy, spend time like 180
Yeah, yeah, bitch, I'm really goin' crazy, and I put that on my baby
Yeah, yeah, I'm poppin' like crack in the 80s, pull up, we flip your Mercedes
You thinkin' it's cool and it's gravy
LVX really what made me
In the back, facin' a Tracy, nigga, for real, I do not care about a deal
I'm just tryna touch a meal, nigga, for real, you only tough when you pop pills
You don't even really kill, nigga, for real