Red Fox - Pressa

Lil nigga, lil nigga, lil nigga

Lil nigga, lil nigga

Lil nigga on the block tryna sell his weed (deadmi)

And how they gon go and make dispensaries

And he always worryin' if his sneakers clean

Now when them niggas slidin' through he wouldn’t make em leave

Jewelry and all he wanted to do was live a century (100 years)

He shot to shoot and niggas called it voluntary

He started fuckin' with a plug named Timothy

His lil goofy friend fucked up the chemistry

Plan B, runnin' down cars with a sixteen

Angry, now he run the block as young as 15

Block party, big chain, niggas always envy (and jealousy)

He’s like no nigga gon catch me while I’m tipsy

Niggas pass the bridge then he dead stock

Lil nigga, camera by the red box

He paralyzed a nigga now he can’t walk

But cripple got a shooter named Red Fox

And Red Fox 16, he a hunnid bands up

He’s like which one of these niggas hit my dawg up

His homie from high school, he done got star struck

He’s like imma flip that nigga by the back walk

And Red Fox, he say he got 30 in the clip now, 5 shots

Tell him imma drop him with my tre pound

I ain’t playing with these niggas where they right now?

(where they at)

You ever get free smoke it come with discount

Now who that duckin' crawlin' around the corner (Red hot)

That’s Red Fox, clip look like a shawarma

.357 he done placed his order

(he paid his dues)

But 30 shots boostin up his aura (he superman)

Thunder roaring, it ain’t even rainy (its pourin')

He pulled up but never left in his mercedes

He down to 18, the shooting it got crazy

Headshot now another nigga dead on Jane Street (and finch)