Red Rum Child
Red Rum Child
Don't need your love no more
Don't need your love no more
Drinking Dos Equis, flaming up a backwood
Niggas hear my song, might find some motivation
I felt like I was last, now I'm passing them
I feel obligated, I gotta catch a M
I was selling grams while they was doing it for the Gram
I felt all alone, my dick was in the ground
Anxiety was beating my ass (Facts)
I turned them L's to lessons (No deja vu)
I was saying I was good knowing a nigga stressing
I watched them eat in my face and I ain't hate
I built my own table, I brought my own plates
If you're playing both sides, you can stay away
EJ told me, man keep that glizzy on me (Fuck em)
Too many I was close to switched on me
Shoot 'bout four, five
Your ex bitch will fuck your main homie
She's a hoe now
Was suppose to go pro but sold drugs
Made his mom cry
Loyalty over love
If they change then I can feel it
My dawg Two-Face, I've seen both sides
It's crazy, that he still switched
Let the beat ride...
Choppa sing like Mariah, Amen
Red Rum Child will kill you for eight bands
I was out here Manning up, felt like I was Peyton
I caught my own wave and niggas started hating
Damn dawg...
I'm trying to score like Wilt, I need a hundred of them
Ain't trying to trade no PIPs, I'm a business man
I will wholesale flip, right into that bitch
Then watch me dip, I'm gone
Leave me alone
I'm smoking strong
Let me fix my posture
Vlone
They said I was a failure
They said I wouldn't be shit
I rather prosper
We gone, take off
Ghost gun, scrape off
Fast car, speed off
Shoot 'bout four, five
Your baby momma, she's a hoe now
I'm getting face, you call on FaceTime
I know karma's after me
(Woo, woo, woo, swish)
Jawon in Dallas balling with the Mavs (Mavericks)
Told Reese, "we gon' buy a Richard Millie someday"
Them hoes know we ain't average
At night, I say my grace
Allah, is you with me?
Do they love me?
Do they love me?
Choppa sing like Mariah, Amen
Red Rum Child will kill you for eight bands
I was out here Manning up, felt like I was Peyton
I caught my own wave and niggas started hating
Damn dawg...
I'm trying to score like Wilt, I need a hundred of them
Ain't trying to trade no PIPs, I'm a business man
I will wholesale flip, right into that bitch
Then watch me dip
I'm gone, take off
Ghost gun, scrape off
Fast car, speed off
Shoot 'bout four, five
My dawg Two-Face, I've seen both sides
It's crazy, how they still switch
Don't need your love no more
Don't need your love no more
Drinking Dos Equis, flaming up a backwood
Niggas hear my song, might find some motivation
I felt like I was last, now I'm passing them
I feel obligated, I gotta catch a M
I was selling grams while they was doing it for the Gram
I felt all alone, my dick was in the ground
Anxiety was beating my ass (Facts)
I turned them L's to lessons (No deja vu)
I was saying I was good knowing a nigga stressing
I watched them eat in my face and I ain't hate
I built my own table, I brought my own plates
If you're playing both sides, you can stay away
EJ told me, man keep that glizzy on me (Fuck em)
Too many I was close to switched on me
Shoot 'bout four, five
Your ex bitch will fuck your main homie
She's a hoe now
Was suppose to go pro but sold drugs
Made his mom cry
Loyalty over love
If they change then I can feel it
My dawg Two-Face, I've seen both sides
It's crazy, that he still switched
Let the beat ride...
Choppa sing like Mariah, Amen
Red Rum Child will kill you for eight bands
I was out here Manning up, felt like I was Peyton
I caught my own wave and niggas started hating
Damn dawg...
I'm trying to score like Wilt, I need a hundred of them
Ain't trying to trade no PIPs, I'm a business man
I will wholesale flip, right into that bitch
Then watch me dip, I'm gone
Leave me alone
I'm smoking strong
Let me fix my posture
Vlone
They said I was a failure
They said I wouldn't be shit
I rather prosper
We gone, take off
Ghost gun, scrape off
Fast car, speed off
Shoot 'bout four, five
Your baby momma, she's a hoe now
I'm getting face, you call on FaceTime
I know karma's after me
(Woo, woo, woo, swish)
Jawon in Dallas balling with the Mavs (Mavericks)
Told Reese, "we gon' buy a Richard Millie someday"
Them hoes know we ain't average
At night, I say my grace
Allah, is you with me?
Do they love me?
Do they love me?
Choppa sing like Mariah, Amen
Red Rum Child will kill you for eight bands
I was out here Manning up, felt like I was Peyton
I caught my own wave and niggas started hating
Damn dawg...
I'm trying to score like Wilt, I need a hundred of them
Ain't trying to trade no PIPs, I'm a business man
I will wholesale flip, right into that bitch
Then watch me dip
I'm gone, take off
Ghost gun, scrape off
Fast car, speed off
Shoot 'bout four, five
My dawg Two-Face, I've seen both sides
It's crazy, how they still switch
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Writer(s): David Bramlett
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