Lyrics Jazz Cartier – Red Alert

I got that red alert, oh
Pulling up now, is you ready to go?
I got that red alert, oh
Baby let me know if you ready to go

Feet on the gas
Fuck a cab (ah)
Hit the mall, spend 100 bands (ah)
Leave the mall with 100 bags (ah)
Go home pop 100 tags
You know I’m speeding
Baby, I’m speeding
I got the gas and I’m high as the ceiling
I hear the feds is out, they never see me
I hear the whoop whoop, then I go genie
I’m in that red alert, oh
9/11 buck fifty on the freeway
I’m in that red alert, oh
Middle finger out the window, any nigga trying to see me

I got that red alert, oh
Pulling up now, is you ready to go?
I got that red alert, oh
Baby let me know if you ready to go
I got that red alert, oh
Pulling up now, is you ready to go?
I got that red alert, oh
Baby let me know if you ready to go

Shawty rolling swishers, sour fisher (let me hit that)
Hit them bowls, so I had to pin her (let me hit that)
Gold digger, had to dig her
White girl, but she love a nigga
You know I’m speeding
Baby, I’m speeding
I got the gas and I’m high as the ceiling
I hear the feds is out, they never see me
I hear the whoop whoop, then I go genie

I got that red alert, oh
Pulling up now, is you ready to go?
I got that red alert, oh
Baby let me know if you ready to go
I got that red alert, oh
Pulling up now, is you ready to go?
I got that red alert, oh
Baby let me know if you ready to go
I got that red alert
Pulling up now, is you ready to go?
I got that red alert
Baby let me know if you ready to go
I got that red alert, oh
Pulling up now, is you ready to go?
I got that red alert, oh
Baby let me know if you ready to go
I got that red alert, oh
Pulling up now, is you ready to go?
I got that red alert, oh
Baby let me know if you ready to go