R.E.D. (feat. Gilli & 6ix9ine)

It's TR3YWAY

Sleiman

Iver (Uh)

Ho thicker, diamonds on my neck flicker

Drug dealer, professional pot whipper

Seven figures, got your bitches fuckin' quicker

She want a picture, I tell her no, I know she bitter

**** cuttin' up on the internet

Fuck ****, we ain't into that

We end up in your crib where your family at

Get turned into a blood show, **** screamin' "Slatt"

I got the .40 on my hip, yeah, that's my stick, yeah

She wanna fuck for a grip, yeah, on my blick, yeah

Couple bands on my shit, yeah, I'ma rip, yeah

BBA with the shits, yeah, that's my clique, yeah (TR3YWAY!)

MAC-11, 9 milli', ridin' with it (Ridin' with it)

I'ma hit him up, I'ma fuckin' kill him (Fuckin' kill him)

Run up on him, masked with a black .40 (Black .40)

Hit 'em in his hoodie, no it ain’t Boogie

Red bandana, walk it like I fucking talk it

Piped up, **** get to gunnin', gunnin'

Bust it, bust it, pull up in the black Benz

Clip for the .9's and the MAC-10's

Beefy on the molly, **** want my money

But when they see me coming, I can see them **** runnin'

I see them **** runnin'

Let them **** act, 'cause they bitches they be lovin', yeah

Blood time, blood rhyme, ****, this is blood line

**** gettin' stupid, try to get by

El Flaco, Chapo, make this shit double

Ain't no movie, DJ Narco

MAC-11, 9 milli', ridin' with it (Ridin' with it)

I'ma hit him up, I'ma fuckin' kill him (Fuckin' kill him)

Run up on him, masked with a black .40 (Black .40)

Hit 'em in his hoodie, no it ain’t Boogie

Ey

Brormand, vi går hårdt ind, all in

Brormand, de' bar' smålig'

Hva' vi laver på en måned, laver de kun årligt

KOODA, BILLY, regnbue, slap af, ah

Stak sin' venner, ka' ikk' kom' tilbag'

Stakkerne, vil ha' leveret

Al' er relatered'

Min bror, han er varm, Seks-Ni er i kvarteret (Wuh)

Seks 9'ere i kvarteret

Min bror laver: "Gang-gang-gang", hvis de' flere

Men jeg' ned' i Benahavís

Juu'en sparker ligesom Badr Hari

Folk snakker, brormand, men hva' har de?

Det går: "Gang-gang-gang" på din fars bil

MAC-11, 9 milli', ridin' with it (Ridin' with it)

I'ma hit him up, I'ma fuckin' kill him (Fuckin' kill him)

Run up on him, masked with a black .40 (Black .40)

Hit 'em in his hoodie, no it ain’t Boogie

TR3YWAY

Sleiman

Let that shit breathe

It's TR3YWAY