Gucci Mane Feat. BiC Fizzle & BigWalkDog – Red Flag Lyrics

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LYRICS: Gucci Mane Feat. BiC Fizzle & BigWalkDog - Red Flag
LYRICS: Gucci Mane Feat. BiC Fizzle & BigWalkDog – Red Flag

Gucci Mane Red Flag Lyrics

Intro

(Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up)

Skrrt, that’s a red flag

(AJ got them hits, boy)

It’s Gucci

(DJ Big Snoop, bitch)

Chorus

I can’t do no show without no comma, that’s a red flag (Cha-ching)

He ain’t no boss, he can’t do what he wanna, now, that’s a red flag (Nah)

Don’t confuse these carats with no pointers, that’s a red flag (Bling)

Dismiss me with that baby mama drama, now that’s a red flag (No)

Shorty got more followers than dollars, that’s a red flag (Huh?)

She say she suck the dick, but she don’t swallow, now, that’s a red flag (Well, damn)

Bitch, how you grown but still live with your mama? That’s a red flag (Woah)

Bitch, how you totin’ a bag without no cash? Now, that’s a red flag (Woah)

 Verse 1

Red flag, give your Glock and a thirty (A thirty)

Get ’em in, get ’em gone in a hurry (Woo, woo)

Walk in your trap and take over your trap (Your trap)

They know I do this with a courtesy (With a courtesy)

Red flag if you ain’t ever heard of me (Ever heard of me)

I’m the one posted in the hood, where the murder be (Where the murder be)

Lil’ mama bad, with an ass like Cardi B (Like Cardi B)

She let me fuck for the free, but for you a fee (Huh)

G-Grey flag, diamond (Diamond)

Whole lotta cash from ramen (From ramen)

Plus, I can still go post in the hood

They playin’ this murder for money (Murder for money)

Ayo, Gotto, send me a hundo

I let ’em go for the low, I ain’t hidin’ (I ain’t hidin’)

Red flag if you fuck with the bags, send the blatt

Have them youngings go stay where you hidin’ (Where you at?)

No yap (No yap)

He diss, one K get slapped (Get slapped)

Two phones, one strictly trap (Straight trap)

Fucked the ho’ and I’m kickin’ her out (Straight out)

Red flag, you ain’t gettin’ no money (No money)

You on internet, tastin’ that clout (That clout)

Red flag, you cuffin’ these hoes (These hoes)

Fly her out, my dick in her mouth (Yeah, I’m out)

I’m playin’

Chorus

I can’t do no show without no comma, that’s a red flag (Cha-ching)

He ain’t no boss, he can’t do what he wanna, now, that’s a red flag (Nah)

Don’t confuse these carats with no pointers, that’s a red flag (Bling)

Dismiss me with that baby mama drama, now that’s a red flag (No)

Shorty got more followers than dollars, that’s a red flag (Huh?)

She say she suck the dick, but she don’t swallow, now, that’s a red flag (Well, damn)

Bitch, how you grown but still live with your mama? That’s a red flag (Woah)

Bitch, how you totin’ a bag without no cash? Now, that’s a red flag (Woah)

Verse 2

Wait, how you know the plug, but ain’t met the plug? See, that’s a red flag

You talkin’ ’bout you trap, we know you cappin’, he was deadass

But that WalkDog push a Lambo’ truck for breakfast, he just sped past

Be the first one to pop my shit when we pop out, ’cause I was dead last

I got rich off songs and this phone and this red bag

And I’m hoppin’ off a plane, pop Percs for pain, ’cause I got jet lag (BigWalkDog)

The plug say, “Pull up”, and you gotta wait, that’s a red flag

Whole time he fishin’ chickens, you the bait, you a dead man

O-O-On Bouldacrest, right by the Texaco

So Icy WalkDog, 1017 Eskimo

Just like a spot, Poolie told him “Let him go”

Hey, you got this, you got that, I’ma tell ’em though

And l can [?] and I can melt some more

That’s a red flag if you diss, but you scared of smoke

Say it’s opp for the men, well, you smell it though

Cane and hella dope, man, this some bullshit, dawg

Chorus

I can’t do no show without no comma, that’s a red flag (Cha-ching)

He ain’t no boss, he can’t do what he wanna, now, that’s a red flag (Nah)

Don’t confuse these carats with no pointers, that’s a red flag (Bling)

Dismiss me with that baby mama drama, now that’s a red flag (No)

Shorty got more followers than dollars, that’s a red flag (Huh?)

She say she suck the dick, but she don’t swallow, now, that’s a red flag (Well, damn)

Bitch, how you grown but still live with your mama? That’s a red flag (Woah)

Bitch, how you totin’ a bag without no cash? Now, that’s a red flag (Woah)

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