Red Tide - Xavier Wulf, Chris Travis

Now I can say I know more now than I used to

Now I be doing missions that you rookies couldn’t do

And I got special moves that you losers can’t use

I’mma float right here and eat his soul with a spoon

If she wanna see me tell her look up at the moon

I’m coming with my squad to your section very soon

And when we pull up expect your women to be swooned

And watch your little teammates scurry like raccoons

I’mma break a rapper ass very very soon

Well fuck that rapping shit I’ll send that nigga through the roof

I won’t believe a damn thing till I see some proof

I’m the truth

And the truth is you rappers' just some fools

You bitch

Bitch I’m fully charged like a new iPhone

Christmas lights, I’m in the dark smoking like a burning home

Ion hear a damn thing, but the silence in my zone

Let me know where you wanna go

I can leave you ghost

Slit your throat

Leave you on the boat with a bloody note

You a joke and Ion like the ho

Leave you to the ghost

Bitch I’m about money, motherfuck these hoes

Smoke good weed and I get free clothes

Waterboyz ganging, and your bitch deepthroat

Youtube booming, don’t need a VEVO

Better get your squad if you talking d-low

Pull up quick like a 6 speed show

Let’s get rich then go see Mo

Backyard looking like a damn sea show

Chris fuckin Travis gotta let he know

I’ll never play motherfucker she know

Gotta get cake and stay real low

And watch how we move cause the squad gonna blow, bitch