Yo Dot - Red Snapper Shit lyrics

rate me

I live forever through these bars

I live forever through these bars

Who would want it?

Who would want it?

Not what you hear, yo spit, oh shit

Better ran, dope kit, nine years, veteran

You ain’t gotta coach this, cut from the same cloth

These niggas hold stitch, certified, stamped and approved

No postage, still spitting hot shit

Tryina make your hits warmer, drop a hot album

Watch them cop him like he Chris Dorner

See the buzzing building up, stacking like a freak ballot

Balance up my bank account, tryina get my plates valid

North side repping it, fit it where they catching me

You don’t know that street number, hope you got a weapon with

You know me, I run straight, rolling up dump safe

Had up all my cut jeans sidekicks, I’m late

Flower with the seasoning, I’mma bake a batch of it

Dropping in the grease fire, this that redd’s snapper shit

Flower with the seasoning, I’mma bake a batch of it

Dropping in the grease fire, this that redd’s snapper shit

Nigga, I show you how to do it, watch this

Drop this, I’mma keep on making hot shit

Knock this till your motherfucker speakers blow

You ain’t heard a motherfucker, what ain’t need to know

This rap game, I got my hand around this motherfucker

Can’t kill me, I live forever through these bars

Red jewels on it, who would want it

Drop the bomb, an abomination

You can feel the heat rise, cold meal, deep fried

Home cooked, not them value meals with them cheap fries

Hottest nigga out here, I ain’t gotta prove the facts

Search burglar, you might find me on a Google map

Right up on that boulevard, close to the glory days

This my auto-bio, no, it’s not a story faze

Rap resonate, stretch longer than a scroll letter

Ain’t no comparisons, don’t you niggas know better?

This is more than hunger, I’m about to scorch this summer

Food for thought grab a denim, menu with an order number

You know when God speak, Al Green, hot grease

Granny dreams never bought a hat from the swap me

Just that real snapping shit, mom and pop fit fries

Spaghetti with a cold slaw, nigga chose a dish out

Flower with the seasoning, you ain’t seen the best in me

Compliments to the chef, y’all got that recipe

Nigga, I show you how to do it, watch this

Drop this, I’mma keep on making hot shit

Knock this till your motherfucker speakers blow

You ain’t heard a motherfucker, what ain’t need to know

This rap game, I got my hand around this motherfucker

Can’t kill me, I live forever through these bars

Red jewels on it, who would want it

Drop the bomb, an abomination

Yeah, and just a further note, killing and murder quotes

Operate then bend this, I’m far from being a server, hoes

I’ve been an innovator and you behind steps

Keeping new everything, even got the concept

Came from a place where they burp sinners

I was dead broke, scraping change for a perch dinner

Now I burn stove top, every fucking verse

And I’m finally eating good, you can tell ‘cause my shirt’s slimmer

It’s that hot summer dollar water gutter rap

Rims on that cuddy, peeling off when the rubber scratch

Knock this till your motherfucker epics blow

Knocking pictures off the wall, leaving damage holes

It’s that dot shit, guaranteed hot shit

You can try to emulate, but no, niggas, not this

Umbrella top dog, damn, that nigga got balls

Fresh out the grease banquet, wanna fuck the hot sauce

Nigga, I show you how to do it, watch this

Drop this, I’mma keep on making hot shit

Knock this till your motherfucker speakers blow

You ain’t heard a motherfucker, what ain’t need to know

This rap game, I got my hand around this motherfucker

Can’t kill me, I live forever through these bars

Red jewels on it, who would want it

Drop the bomb, an abomination