Red Button (feat. k7em)

I had to change my goddamn ways

Shit be crazy how these **** out here

Just settle for minimum wage

I don't need no help from no ****

These **** be out here tryna get saved

Gotta watch who you call your bro get stabbed in the back for a new pair of J's

These **** be low-key hatin

I don't even get no fuck bout' being famous

I'm tryna get low-key pape

I just told my bro, stay down with this shit

You gon' be OD straight

Whenever I had a bread crumb, still share some

Make sure everybody ate

Lil' bro play my damn song

Off a Samsung song, He tryna make shit quake

These **** OD sweet like Usain Bolt

We made them boys be feet

All them **** who hated on me back then

They get charged for a feat

Everybody hatin' on k7em

I can't blame them

I just hop on beats

Everybody hatin' on k7em

I can't blame them

I just hop on beats

When I blow I'ma give ma dukes

100K just because I can

These boys claim they be my opps

Whole time these **** ass my fans

Whenever a **** come ask me where I'm from

I told his ass straight from the sand

Just like Uno I play my damn card

But I ain't never gon' show my hand

I could go do what I do

Go make a band and still won't mean nothing

He say he a thug, He ain't on shit

His ass just mean muggin

I treat all my money like a ho

Cause it just keep coming

He gon' get a scholarship for track

That **** keep running

I gotta get my money up

If y'all **** can't stomach that pain

Then you gotta get cut like Tummy Tuck

Me and 'sem been running the beat

If you wanna compete, better buddy up

Ride with the stick, but you ain't on shit

And you shoot on the net like a hockey puck

All of y'all hoes ran out of luck

You could listen to this back-to-back

But you still won't hear what I'm saying

People be thinking they bossing up

Whole time, half of they ass be playin

How you say you big and bad

When you go out, yo' hoe be paying

Spring break coming up, got a water gun

That's the only thing you spraying

This that red button

Fuck around and push it

Me and 'sem gon' end up head hunting

We don't mess with 12

They come around and that's a dead dozen

All my brothers cold

If you want war we turn yo' ass to Russian

If you really want the smoke, we pop your top

That boy a pill popper

K7em hop on beats, and run the feat

That boy a real hitter

Girlfriend is a hoe who sucked the gang

But yet, you still with her

**** mad they hoes be going

Crazy, acting real bitter

If you think you could compete with me

You better pump your brakes

I just do right and kill everything

You'd think my name was Drake

People switching like they wasn't hating

Got this shit on tape

If you wasn't rocking with me then

I'm sorry you too late

I know people wish they would've

Stayed around when I was broke

When I said I made a thousand

**** thought it was a joke

I had told them if they push that button

Things gon' end up bad

Now I'm up on all these hoes

And I ain't get deep in my bag