笨小笨CODE RED歌词由Amaru Son&Juice WRLD演唱，出自专辑《”CODE RED”》，下面是《CODE RED》完整版歌词！
CODE RED歌词完整版
Intro: Juice WRLD
(Southside on the track, yeah!)
Smoking Cookie Crisp
Huh, stupid *****
Uh, uh
Phew, uh!
Verse 1: Juice WRLD
Let my girlfriend hold the strap, nigga, no dike
Doing drive-bys at night, nigga, no lights
Hating on me, **** nigga got no life
Grew up with niggas that's locked up for life
Slow down on the percs, something don't feel right
High tech (?), that **** slime real right
I freestyle this shit, they will write
He on the corner, stop at the red light
Talking drunk, nigga, no Bud Light
He on the 'Gram, flexing with fake guys
I'ma keep going, no time for a hook (Time for a hook)
They stealing the drip, no time for a crook (Time for a crook)
Your ***** get picked up, then I get licked up
We in a Fisker, moving to Cali'
L.A. (?) vista, she want a mister
I want a sister, **** real crazy
Someone come roll back with some pay
Someone talked down on my name, I slay
I'ma test out my new gun, like, yeah
Spent two bands, gave my ***** red hair
Pull up on a **** nigga, he right there
He location-shared
On the way with sticks right now
We ain't never cared (Never cared)
Interlude: Juice WRLD
Uh, huh
Chorus 1: Juice WRLD
Oh, woah! Oh, woah!
She look at me like I'm a young god
Yeah, (?), thank God
Gave me the talent, now a nigga go hard
When yo' yard, you ain't here
We in your bro yard, make it clear
Pulling in front line, know you here (Aye, aye, aye!)
So your coat red, uh, Paul Revere
Verse 2: Amaru Son
I really don't get why you niggas get mad
I really don't understand why niggas sad
I'm flexing on you bozzos
They over here, treating me like I'm their dad
Ain't worry 'bout things that I never did
They focus on things that I never had
I can't believe this **** right here
I'm calling out bullshit, like red flags
(So please don't tick me off!)
I think I might slow it down for y'all
These **** niggas need some Adderall
The girl dripping here, Niagara Falls
She didn't know she was choosing (?)
Woah there, pardon me
There is nothing left to see
Yeah, no, go to sleep
Before it's too late, now rest in peace
I'm turning these niggas to stone
Like I'm Medusa, uh
**** nigga watching maneuver
Think I'm creeping over here, (?), uh
Been tripping, them niggas wishy-washy
And my time cost Frank Muller, uh
You 'bout to make another scene
Pouring out the beam, aiming your Medula, yeah
Chorus 2: Juice WRLD & Amaru Son, both
Oh, woah! (Oh, woah!) Oh, woah! (Oh, woah, oh, oh!)
She look at me like I'm a young god (God!)
Yeah, (?) ((?)!), thank God (Thank God!)
Gave me the talent, now a nigga go hard (Gave me the talent, now a nigga go hard)
When yo' yard (Yard), you ain't here (Here)
We in your bro yard (Yard), make it clear (Clear)
Pulling in front line (Line), know you here (Aye, aye, aye!)
So your coat red, uh, Paul Revere
Verse 3: Juice WRLD
Run up the money, and run outta' fears
Codeine (?)s, we having cheers
What's her name all on my phone?
I haven't talked to this ***** in some years
Yeah, they all run back
When the money coming in
And when (?) the way I got it
Nigga, how much are you willing to spend?
Yeah!
Interlude: Juice WRLD & Amaru Son
Uh huh, uh huh
Uh huh, uh huh
Uh huh, uh huh
Uh huh, uh huh
Verse 4: Amaru Son
Yeah, I caught this nigga lacking
I hit him for his bag
His girlfriend asking me what happened
I told 'em, stop the capping, yeah
And you know what I'm saying, I told you lil' niggas
Stop playing with me, better do what I say so
And ain't this a problem, my shooters be gunning them down
I'm treating his ass like a pay (?)
Oh, woah!
He can't slide with me
I'm not no eskimo
And he begging on his knees
For the plea
But he ain't seen the right key
Have we just got his ass to (?)
Woah, oh!
Outro: Juice WRLD
Oh! Oh!
I'ma let it breathe, breathe
Let it die slow
I'm the greatest in the (?)
Eazy-E
**** the police
