[Lyric] Red Flag (Surge (Rapper))

(Verse 1)
Send A Couple Shots And Get Him Running Like A Trackstar
12 Got Behind Me I Was Gassing Like A NASCAR
Somewhere In The Cut They Think I’m Chilling In A Band Aid
I Ain’t Dappin Niggas You Won’t Even Get A Handshake
Opps Getting Childish I Point Them To A Playground
Deliver In The Booth Somebody Said I’m Running Take Out
Nike On My Body Cause I’m Always Bringing Checks In
Will Smith Cool But My Smith Named Wesson
Aye
I Don’t Want To Talk
You Ain’t Chatting Money
It Ain’t Shit For Me To Talk About
Trust I Don't Save Hoes Ain’t Got No Cape On
Outside Nigga Still Collecting When I Stay Home
Coming Through The Front But I’m Collecting All The Backеnd
VVS In My Jewelry You Could See Thesе Bitches Dancing
Bidness Getting Better I’m The CEO Of Raw Dog
Copying A Nigga I Be Flattered With You Knock Off’s
Product Of My Hood They Making Money Off Me
Seeing 4-5 Bodies That Was Only One Week
I Been Rolling Through My City Like, I Wear Skates
I’m The Hardest In The City Shit Ain’t Even No Debate
And The Whip Got Sport Mode That Bitch A Athlete
I Was Hitting Shordy Real Clean But She Nasty
Couldn’t Slow Down Either Ain’t Take The Lead Yet
I Don’t Take Breaks I Could To You Like To Recess
(Hook)
You Ain’t Making Money Nigga..
That Shit A Red Flag
I Ain’t Going Broke 
I Be A Bitch If Accept That
I Been Getting Too It Nigga
Guess I’m A Red Flag
Niggas Hate To See A Nigga Winning
So They Fell Back
Why You In My Biz Nigga
That Shit A Red Flag
You Too Busy Watching What I Do 
Like Where Yo Bread At
She Ain’t Give You Head Nigga
That Shit A Red Flag
Bet That She Gon’ Do That Shit For Me
I Shouldn’t Of Said That

(Verse 2)
I’m Molesting Money I Be Touching On That Mother Fucker
We Was Doing Dirt That’s Why I Call That Boy A Mud Brother
Point Me To A Range They Keep Saying I Ain’t Miss Yet
I Was Broke As Hell Now I Fuck She Getting Rich Sex
Red Flag Red Flag… Them Niggas Out Of Line
Point Me To The Jwett It Got A Nigga Working Double Time
Fresh Like I’m Bankroll That’s What I Slide With
I Could Make It Rain In This Shit Come Check The Climate
Sliding With My Bow Nigga That Shit A Heater
Shit Will Cook A Nigga I Ain’t Talking Bout A Fever
I Don’t Need To Brush Shit Because I’m Wavy
Throw Me In A Ment House Bars Going Crazy
Run It Back Run It Back
Working On A M Fuck A Hundred Racks
Couped Out Two Seat 
Designer Good Nigga Boy I’m Gucci
Locked In Free Me
Keep On Goin Hard Don’t Take It Easy
New Guns Attachments
Tool On Me Clutching On A Ratchet 
(Hook)
You Ain’t Making Money Nigga..
That Shit A Red Flag
I Ain’t Going Broke 
I Be A Bitch If Accept That
I Been Getting Too It Nigga
Guess I’m A Red Flag
Niggas Hate To See A Nigga Winning
So They Fell Back
Why You In My Biz Nigga
That Shit A Red Flag
You Too Busy Watching What I Do 
Like Where Yo Bread At
She Ain’t Give You Head Nigga
That Shit A Red Flag
Bet That She Gon’ Do That Shit For Me
I Shouldn’t Of Said That