Red Beam

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Better Temperatures - Electronic, Rap

Red Beam

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[Intro] Ghosty Ooh, Bi-Bighead on the beat [Chorus: Alois] Yeah, white girl with me just like [?] We in the big-body baby (Big-body), this not a limousine (This not a limousine) We in that wide-body baby, point at you with that red beam (Shoot that red beam), yeah We came fully loaded, yeah (Yeah), extend that magazine (Extend that magazine) I'm in the Range, I got range Bitch, I'm Rob Van, I'm insane (Woah) I put diamonds on you lil' bitch, I swear you can't complain (No) Know I need you here with me, I put you on the plane I'm outside, look for opps, bitch, I'll put you in my aim [Verse: BIGBABYGUCCI] Frying pan him, finna cook him like some swine (Swine) She a real eater, suck my dick, I damn near cried (Yeah) Lost about four racks 'cause I get too damn high (High) Got a new Rolex and I ain't still never on time (Tick-tick-tick) I'm in yo' hood, I got a big 'K, I'm Lil Rari Rob that bitch can't— my eyes low, I'm like a sensei I'm in a suit (Ayy), lookin' like Hitman (Ayy, ayy) You niggas broke, I come through in big bank I'm on a boat, icy with big gang She finna choke My cup so dirty, got hang with a rope I'm not a stripper, I came with a pole I lost my mind just like a remote I'm doin' fine, I'm selling out shows Just made a quarter, I'm goin' for gold He think that I'm lacking, he out of his mind We puttin' him in a position The plug, he treat me just like a receipt but I'm cashin' that bitch in my vision He talking, I shoot him, he trippin' He think we gon' leave us a witness We catching bodies right after Hibachi, let's turn it to ongoin' sentence My shooter do yoga, he come to the scene, you know that he easing the tension Soon as it's over, I keep it Jehovah, I'm never gon' lie to a bitch [Chorus: Alois] Yeah, white girl with me just like [?] We in the big-body baby (Big-body), this not a limousine (This not a limousine), yeah We in that wide-body baby, point at you with that red beam (Shoot that red beam), yeah We came fully loaded, yeah (Yeah), extend that magazine (Extend that magazine), yeah I'm in the Range, I got range Bitch, I'm Rob Van, I'm insane (Woah) I put diamonds on you lil' bitch, I swear you can't complain (No) Know I need you here with me, I put you on the plane I'm outside, look for opps, bitch, I'll put you in my aim

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Credits

Writers
  • Alois
  • BIGBABYGUCCI
  • Bighead
  • Ghostrage
  • Joshua Krause