Marcão - Red Bottoms Lyrics

What's a pawn to a king
Cut em down let it swing
In the light hoe I gleam
What's a pawn to a king
Cut em down let it swing
In the light hoe I gleam
Ain't come this far to lose
Blood on the bottoms of shoes not red bottoms
Think that I'm talkin to you
Can't give em energy nah I'm not worried about em
Childish pissin n' poutin
Worried bout stacks
I'm thinkin bout mountains
Keep my bitch wet
My baby a stallion
Ready for checks
I rep my medallion
Victory sweeter than pussy
Enemies never did shook me
Knew that they all overlooked me
Now they just all over book me
Pop like a tag
Slick like I'm Rick
Run that shit back
Pop like a tag
Slick like I'm Rick
Run that shit back
No you can't touch me
Higher than god these bitches wanna f*ck me
Hoes wanna buck me
Pray for my death
Ain't it so lovely
Love to my haters but I can't hate nothing
No I can't hate nothing
Cause
What's a pawn to a king
Cut em down let it swing
In the light hoe I gleam
What's a pawn to a king
Cut em down let it swing
In the light hoe I gleam
Ain't come this far to lose
Blood on the bottoms of shoes not red bottoms
Think that I'm talking to you
Can't give em energy nah I'm not worried about em
Childish pissin n poutin
Worried bout stacks
I'm thinkin bout mountains
Keep my bitch wet
My baby a stallion
Ready for checks
I rep my medallion
Ain't come this far to lose
Blood on the bottoms of shoes
They think that I'm talkin to you
No
No