Red 2 Go

[Verse 1]

Codeine in my cereal, always behind a smokey

I'm sorta like a miracle, you rappers are venereal

And never in my stereo, might spray your ass with vinegar

The next time that I see ya bro

Bet yo ass still won't be tight

The size of my dick nigga, every pussy tight

I write all night til the sun comes up

Dodging texts from yo sista tryna lick on my nuts

Cobra clutch the game, put that bitch into submission

Yo bitch want the stick shift, no transmission

Dawg, I'm on a mission, you're playing exhibition

On an expedition, poppin X but never trippin

Chillin with a vixen, tryna stick my dick in

Red head ho, like a young Kathy Griffin

Smoked too many blunts, I can hear my lungs whistlin'

Still rollin up, ho smellin like chicken

Rap Martin Lawrence, all you other rappers boring

Bruiser make 2 Live Crew look like some mormons

Nigga my essay is hard like a life-doin' ese

Gang banging on the yard with a home made machete

The nicest cassette tapes, stay smokin' heavy

Popped a couple pills, eye's glowing like Belly

Used to stash the cracks in the seams of my Pelle

Detroit nigga, but I'm smokin' on LA

[Hook]

And is anybody nervous?

I'm red to go [2x]

I said is anybody worried?

I'm red to go [2x]

Is anybody scared?

I'm red to go [2x]

Well I used to be afraid

I'm red to go [2x]

[Danny Brown]

Tired of where I came from but know where I'm goin'

Tears in my eyes cause I'm smokin' on an onion

Aroma on the ?? scary then mcnary

Off of moon rocks in Barcelona poppin' cherries

Blowjobs from model twins

Doin' drugs with acronyms

So many lines thought this shit was bush garden

Party startin' monster with the hair like Blanka

Hotel room like a hair metal concert

This blonde made the dick do the spring on ??

You disrespect I hit you with the ? of a tonka

Remember nigga used to eat shit that didn't match

Like cornbeef hash and some fuckin' Apple Jacks

Used to bag up the packs at ? every night

Bologna all night, with no peanut butter, couldn't waste it on the mic

So I waste every night, everything came with rice

And I knew I wouldn't write

So I got my ass up, fuck dependin' on luck

Greyhound to NY bout 300 bucks

Kept my hopes up but my confidence was low

Now my self esteem is astral

Lookin' at this cash flow

Did it my way, I ain't nobody ho

I'm bout to pimp the rap game

Bitch I'm red to go [2x]

[Hook]