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ALL RED!
Hip-Hop/Rap
ALL RED! was released on April 17, 2026 by Forever Bhig (F.B) Entertainment as a part of the album ALL RED! - Single
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Release DateApril 17, 2026
LabelForever Bhig (F.B) Entertainment
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM75

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Royal Mar
Royal Mar
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Markaz
Markaz
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Royal Mar
Royal Mar
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

(Forever big, this big F.B)
(Whole lotta gang shit, you know we finna go stupid)
(let's go, let's go)
All we see is red so we sipping red (pour up)
Bitch I got shooters on shooters I call up my shooter I promise he gone leave you dead
Leave that boy stoned like Medusa, this clip like a ruler we only gone aim at yo' head
You know my **** walk in with that blat, I'm big F.B, and D.O.S
You still fucking with my exes, I can make yo' main my pet
Don't you ever start no war with me, I'll kill you and yo set
Talking down like you above me, we ain't taking disrespect
Know we smoking on that Poonk pack, bitch you broke no VVS!
You know Kaz outside (outside)
You know Kaz don't hide (don't hide)
I pull up in that spaceship clutching on that rod
Got drakes, got AK's Carbon nine's
Bitch I'm with my shooters we waiting outside
Lil boy don't get slimed out speaking on slime (boom, boom, boom man hold on)
Yo hoes ignore you, lil boy you disgust me
W-we in the trap day N night, Kid Cudi
They used to gang up on me back in high school
Try that shit now you gone die if they touch me
Watching them run from the Glock that's funny
We got Drac's, on Drac's, on Drac's (on Drac's)
Fuck all them headshots aim at yo face
Posted from 806, to L.A
Bitch my pockets stuffed with cake so I like all my bitches with cake
All my opps is broke and goofies, I'm just calling a spade a spade
All this beef shit I don't promote it, but you know with come make you a play
Watch yo mouth and watch yo back, you like to underestimate
Cause you might die (cause you might die)
Playing with my hitters send you to the sky (to the sky)
In the trenches with my A.K creeping with that fire
He tryna play with my slat, we gone pray that boy survive (pray he survive)
I swear I'm not with the internet shit
Stop speaking on my fucking name
Fuck out my face
(Holon all we see is red, so we sipping red)
(Bitch I got shooters on shooters, I call up my shooter I promise he gone leave you dead)
(Leave that boy stoned like Medusa, this clip like a ruler we only gone aim at yo' head)
(You know my **** walk in with that blat, I'm big F.B, and D.O.S)
Written by: JaRee Markaz Wright
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