Red Rum
Grrah! Bang! Gang! (Dubba-AA)
Ayy, this for all them 38 babies out the North you hear me?
Yeah, make 'em draw the chalk, look
Nigga, this that red rum shit
Keep your gun, bitch
'Fore I slum shit, yeah
Fuck 'round and just run with, yeah
Look, gang (this is the sound)
This that red rum shit, fuck how you come shit
Better keep your gun, bitch, fuck where you from, bitch
Play and you get stung, bitch, we on that dumb shit
And fuck Donald Trump, bitch, that NBA shit
Hoes I don't play with, I hate all that fake shit
Stunting on my ex bitch, I know she can't stand it
Burner on my waist, bitch, I be on that bang shit
Fuck up out my face, bitch, I be on that gang shit
Get shot in your face, bitch, reaching for my chain, bitch
Made it out them chains, bitch, I'll never change, bitch
Still keep that thang, bitch, catch me tryna drill some shit
Still with my same clique, and no, you can't hang, bitch
I go by YoungBoy, what it is? (Yeah)
Pull up, me and twin, and you know we full of pills (full of pills)
Pass that ass, hoe, mane, get the fuck up out my grill (fuck up out my grill)
Fuck your old mane, he gon' get hit with the steel, uh
These niggas some hoes, man, they don't want no smoke (no smoke)
38 Baby, I ain't slippin', bitch, I keep a pole (keep a pole)
Need a money machine, I don't want to count no mo' (count no mo')
Buy a Fanta from the store, red drink, I pour a fo'
Fuck the laws, up in public, got that thang on me (got that thang on me)
If he play, you better kill him, heard that from my mama (heard that from my mama)
If a nigga touch me, it's gon' be a problem (be a problem, nigga)
Hit you with that llama, bitch, you know I keep that chopper (bang, bang)
This that red rum shit (red rum), fuck how you come shit (fuck 'em)
Better keep your gun (keep your gun), bitch, fuck where you from, bitch (yeah)
Play and you get stung (you get stung), bitch, we on that dumb shit (dumb)
And fuck Donald Trump (fuck him), bitch, that NBA shit
Hoes I don't play with, I hate all that fake shit (hate all that fake shit)
Stunting on my ex bitch, I know she can't stand it (I know she can't stand it)
Burner on my waist, bitch, I be on that bang shit (bang)
Fuck up out my face, bitch, I be on that gang shit (gang)
Get shot in your face, bitch, reaching for my chain, bitch (reaching for my chain)
Made it out them chains, bitch, I'll never change, bitch (I'll never change)
Still keep that thang, bitch, catch me tryna drill some shit
Still with my same clique (same), and no, you can't hang, bitch (gamg, gang)
This lil' hoe tryna finesse me, she think that I'm stupid (that I'm stupid)
I told that hoe stop all that flexing, what up with that coochie? (With that coochie)
He keep showin' off that gun but he ain't gon' use it (he ain't gon' use it)
You know all my niggas ruthless, you know that we quick to shoot it (grrah)
Bitch, hold up, you need to put some polish on your toes (on your toes)
I'm tryna get my son some head while he one years old (one years old)
Bitch, I'm out the North and half my niggas throwin' up them fours (them fours)
Soldier really pimpin', catch you cuffin', he gon' take your hoe (take your hoe)
Shoot like Scottie Pippen from the three, gon' hit you from the road
I just bought a chopper from 3Three and on the back it fold
All my niggas trappin', what you need? They don't ever close (don't ever close)
Bitch I'm from the streets, I'm 'bout that drama, I'll never fold (never fold)
I just raised the murder rate up in my city, bitch (bitch)
Fuck the race, I ain't in no competition, bitch (fuck the race)
Fuck the media, in real life we really zippin' shit (bang)
You know we don't spare nobody, shoot you in your shit (boo, boom)
This that red rum shit (red rum), fuck how you come shit (fuck 'em)
Better keep your gun (keep your gun), bitch, fuck where you from, bitch (yeah)
Play and you get stung (you get stung), bitch, we on that dumb shit (dumb)
And fuck Donald Trump (fuck him), bitch, that NBA shit
Hoes I don't play with, I hate all that fake shit (hate all that fake shit)
Stunting on my ex bitch, I know she can't stand it (I know she can't stand it)
Burner on my waist, bitch, I be on that bang shit (bang)
Fuck up out my face, bitch, I be on that gang shit (gang)
Get shot in your face, bitch, reaching for my chain, bitch (reaching for my chain)
Made it out them chains, bitch, I'll never change, bitch (I'll never change)
Still keep that thang, bitch, catch me tryna drill some shit
Still with my same clique (same), and no, you can't hang, bitch (gamg, gang)
Ayy, this for all them 38 babies out the North you hear me?
Yeah, make 'em draw the chalk, look
Nigga, this that red rum shit
Keep your gun, bitch
'Fore I slum shit, yeah
Fuck 'round and just run with, yeah
Look, gang (this is the sound)
This that red rum shit, fuck how you come shit
Better keep your gun, bitch, fuck where you from, bitch
Play and you get stung, bitch, we on that dumb shit
And fuck Donald Trump, bitch, that NBA shit
Hoes I don't play with, I hate all that fake shit
Stunting on my ex bitch, I know she can't stand it
Burner on my waist, bitch, I be on that bang shit
Fuck up out my face, bitch, I be on that gang shit
Get shot in your face, bitch, reaching for my chain, bitch
Made it out them chains, bitch, I'll never change, bitch
Still keep that thang, bitch, catch me tryna drill some shit
Still with my same clique, and no, you can't hang, bitch
I go by YoungBoy, what it is? (Yeah)
Pull up, me and twin, and you know we full of pills (full of pills)
Pass that ass, hoe, mane, get the fuck up out my grill (fuck up out my grill)
Fuck your old mane, he gon' get hit with the steel, uh
These niggas some hoes, man, they don't want no smoke (no smoke)
38 Baby, I ain't slippin', bitch, I keep a pole (keep a pole)
Need a money machine, I don't want to count no mo' (count no mo')
Buy a Fanta from the store, red drink, I pour a fo'
Fuck the laws, up in public, got that thang on me (got that thang on me)
If he play, you better kill him, heard that from my mama (heard that from my mama)
If a nigga touch me, it's gon' be a problem (be a problem, nigga)
Hit you with that llama, bitch, you know I keep that chopper (bang, bang)
This that red rum shit (red rum), fuck how you come shit (fuck 'em)
Better keep your gun (keep your gun), bitch, fuck where you from, bitch (yeah)
Play and you get stung (you get stung), bitch, we on that dumb shit (dumb)
And fuck Donald Trump (fuck him), bitch, that NBA shit
Hoes I don't play with, I hate all that fake shit (hate all that fake shit)
Stunting on my ex bitch, I know she can't stand it (I know she can't stand it)
Burner on my waist, bitch, I be on that bang shit (bang)
Fuck up out my face, bitch, I be on that gang shit (gang)
Get shot in your face, bitch, reaching for my chain, bitch (reaching for my chain)
Made it out them chains, bitch, I'll never change, bitch (I'll never change)
Still keep that thang, bitch, catch me tryna drill some shit
Still with my same clique (same), and no, you can't hang, bitch (gamg, gang)
This lil' hoe tryna finesse me, she think that I'm stupid (that I'm stupid)
I told that hoe stop all that flexing, what up with that coochie? (With that coochie)
He keep showin' off that gun but he ain't gon' use it (he ain't gon' use it)
You know all my niggas ruthless, you know that we quick to shoot it (grrah)
Bitch, hold up, you need to put some polish on your toes (on your toes)
I'm tryna get my son some head while he one years old (one years old)
Bitch, I'm out the North and half my niggas throwin' up them fours (them fours)
Soldier really pimpin', catch you cuffin', he gon' take your hoe (take your hoe)
Shoot like Scottie Pippen from the three, gon' hit you from the road
I just bought a chopper from 3Three and on the back it fold
All my niggas trappin', what you need? They don't ever close (don't ever close)
Bitch I'm from the streets, I'm 'bout that drama, I'll never fold (never fold)
I just raised the murder rate up in my city, bitch (bitch)
Fuck the race, I ain't in no competition, bitch (fuck the race)
Fuck the media, in real life we really zippin' shit (bang)
You know we don't spare nobody, shoot you in your shit (boo, boom)
This that red rum shit (red rum), fuck how you come shit (fuck 'em)
Better keep your gun (keep your gun), bitch, fuck where you from, bitch (yeah)
Play and you get stung (you get stung), bitch, we on that dumb shit (dumb)
And fuck Donald Trump (fuck him), bitch, that NBA shit
Hoes I don't play with, I hate all that fake shit (hate all that fake shit)
Stunting on my ex bitch, I know she can't stand it (I know she can't stand it)
Burner on my waist, bitch, I be on that bang shit (bang)
Fuck up out my face, bitch, I be on that gang shit (gang)
Get shot in your face, bitch, reaching for my chain, bitch (reaching for my chain)
Made it out them chains, bitch, I'll never change, bitch (I'll never change)
Still keep that thang, bitch, catch me tryna drill some shit
Still with my same clique (same), and no, you can't hang, bitch (gamg, gang)
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Writer(s): Kentrell Desean Gaulden, Aaron David Lockhart Jr., Mar Velous Brilliante Hawkins
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