Tata & Jenn Carter – See Red (Instrumental) (Prod. By 24MMY)

[Intro: Tata & Jenn Carter]
Glah, glah (Glah, glah)
Everythin’ dead (Bitch, everythin’ dead)
4-1 shots to the head, bitch (Glah, glah)
(24 is the GOAT)
On bro, boom, boom, boom
Boom, boom
Glah, glah (Everythin’ dead)
It’s Carter, dickhead
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[Verse 1: Tata]
How you dissin’? Like four of yo’ homies is dead (What the fuck?)
I send one of my niggas, kill all of y’all niggas
I see a opp then I see red (Glah, glah, glah)
With this pencil, fill ’em up with lead (Damn)
Bend through the opps, I’m tryna catch em rec’
How you smokin’ my dead and I don’t got no dead?
They know my bop, Mr. Everything Dead
She wanna come over, I left her on read (What the fuck?)
Niggas pussy (On bro)
I’m a veteran, niggas is rookiеs (Sit down)
Big knocker, you can’t book me (Grrah-grrah, boom)
Walk in the party and I got ‘еm lookin’ (On bro)
Nig-niggas be runnin’ they mouth on the media
I run into niggas, yeah, it’s lit (Bitch)
Bitches be gettin’ ahead of they self
I don’t care if you pretty, suck my dick, glah
I’m wit’ Lato’, rollin’ up Gelato (Oh damn)
Niggas pussy and opp niggas follow (Smokin’ all deads)
They know it’s forty-one ways to get paid
I got a baddie, she look like Mulatto (Grrah-grrah, boom, bitch)
Wit’ the legs, drinkin’ Henny, no chaser (Damn)
Bitch is dumb if she think i’ma chase her (Grrah-grrah, boom)
Don’t wanna fuck on bro I won’t make her
Put the beam to his face if he play with my paper (Grrah-grrah, boom)
Ayo, Preme, boom that nigga (Damn)
Uppin’ the what? Remove that nigga
I’m not into politicin’ on the media (Brrt)
Ain’t no talkin’, boom that nigga, look (Grrah-grrah)
[Verse 2: Jenn Carter]
I be geekin’, I’m totin’ a what? (What?)
Shorty a thottie, she don’t give a fuck (She don’t give a fuck, like)
She be tweakin’, she shakin’ her butt (Glah-glah, boom)
And that boy is a cheetah, the way that he run (Gang-gang-gang)
He-he dumb, he a pot
Bitch on my body, she totin’ my gun (Grrah-grrah, boom)
You run, don’t stop
You feelin’ hot, you get sent to the sun (Yeah)
He tried to diss and we made ’em delete it (Gang-gang-gang)
41 and we still undefeated (Glah-glah, boom)
Get on the scene, make it hotter than phoenix (Gang-gang-gang)
Michael Jackson, she want me to beat it (God damn)
She a baddie and shorty conceited (Grrah-grrah)
I told her I love her but, I do not mean it (Glah-glah, boom)
I be geekin’, I only see red (What?)
She like, “Jenny you know that i’m fiendin”
You know I’ma keep me a tool, it stay right by my side, call me Nicki Minaj, damn (Like, damn)
Think he tough now he in a garage (Glah-glah)
Rollin’ up while she give a massage (Glah-glah, boom)
I’m too active, I turn up the spot (Gang-gang-gang)
He think he tough, he got shot on the block (Grrt, bow)
Please don’t try to be somethin’ you not (Grrt-grrt)
I’m like a chef and i’m stirrin’ the pot (Yeah)
He think he a demon, we showin’ no sympathy
Like damn, bullets is slippery (Bullets is slippery, damn)
I told niggas to get out the way (Glah-glah, glah-glah)
You and yo’ homie get shot in the face (Glah-glah, boom)
I’m a demon, you cannot get rid of me
Shorty be tweakin’, the knock on her waist (Waist, like)
Not 41, better stay in your place (Place, like)
Like call me Tay-K, I’m runnin’ a race (Glah-glah, glah-glah)