LYRICS
Bitch, sit on my face, I attack that
Choose up, lil junt, Im finna pack him
When it comes to my bitch, Im straight active
Dirtball in the coupe smokin cat piss
Lil bitch, shut the fuck up
Tell your best friend, shut the fuck up, ayy
Lil bitch, shut the fuck up
Tell your best friend, shut the fuck up, ayy
You know I love it when you talk dirty
Messy, you my orange soda shorty
You act like a lil me, I wanna fuck you
You the type to kill me, I wont touch you
You want me drop a band on some cute shoes
You want me be the man you can vent to
You let me beat it up, you let me practice
Now Im finna lay you on the mattress
Bitch, sit on my face, I attack that (Yeah)
Choose up, lil junt, Im finna pack him
When it comes to my bitch, Im straight active
Dirtball in the coupe smokin cat piss
Lil bitch, shut the fuck up
Tell your best friend, shut the fuck up, ayy
Lil bitch, shut the fuck up
Tell your best friend, shut the fuck up, ayy (Ayy, pull up, ayy)
My lil baby lowkey a flexer
Six figs on the whip, thats a price tag
Lil best friend bitch tried to press me
Im that underground nigga with the check though
I hate a bitch that I cant impress
When you come see the crib, you better die, hoe
Young nigga sneakin in through your side door
Baby Keem not a wave, Im a vibe, hoe
Seven fig nigga with the big drip on me (Yeah)
Post on your block with your wish list on me
Bitch, sit on my face, I attack that
Choose up, lil junt, Im finna pack him
When it comes to my bitch, Im straight active
Dirtball in the coupe smokin cat piss
Lil bitch, shut the fuck up
Tell your best friend, shut the fuck up, ayy
Lil bitch, shut the fuck up
Tell your best friend, shut the fuck up, ayy
#BabyKeem #OrangeSoda #DIEFORMYB
CREDITS
Directed By Dave Free
Produced by Natan Schottenfels, Courtenay Johnson, Jamie Rabineau, Jack Begert, Dave Free, Lia Mayer-Sommer
Production Company: Iconoclast and Walter Pictures
Editor: Jack Begert, Dave Free
Cinematography: Christopher Ripley
Color: Paul Yacono
Did ya really think, I’d just forgive and forget…no
After catching you with her…your blood should run cold...so cold
you…you two timing, cheap lying, wannabe
you’re a fool…if you thought that I’d just let this go
I SEE RED, RED, OH RED
GUN TO YOUR HEAD, HEAD, TO YOUR HEAD
NOW ALL I SEE IS RED, RED RED
Did ya really just say, she didn’t mean anything…oh
I’ll remember those words, when I come for your soul…your soul
You know that you…you dug your own grave…now lie in it
you’re so cruel…but revenge is a dish best served cold
I SEE RED, RED, OH RED
GUN TO YOUR HEAD, HEAD, TO YOUR HEAD…OH
EXECUTIONER STYLE, AND THERE WON’T BE NO TRIAL
DON’TCHA KNOW THAT YOU’RE BETTER OFF DEAD
ALL I SEE RED, RED, OH RED
NOW ALL I SEE IS…
Run...hide…you’re so…done
Better sleep with one eye open tonight
I SEE RED, RED, OH RED
GUN TO YOUR HEAD, HEAD, TO YOUR HEAD…OH
EXECUTIONER STYLE, AND THERE WON’T BE NO TRIAL
DON’TCHA KNOW THAT YOU’RE BETTER OFF DEAD
ALL I SEE RED, RED, OH RED
NOW ALL I SEE IS…