Redrum (feat. Robb Bank$)
Negotiations breaking down, see those leaders start to frown
It's sword and gun day
Tomorrow never comes until it's too late
If they don't let me and my dawgs in, I'm finna stretch some
Daywalker shit, all I see is red rum
She just popped another Percocet, she tryna neck some
Took a shit on every nigga tried to flex on me
If they don't let me and my dawgs in, I'm finna stretch some
Daywalker shit, all I see is red rum
She just popped another Percocet, she tryna neck some
Took a shit on every nigga tried to flex on me
Say you got them choppas nigga?
What they hittin' for?
If you ain't on no Molly nigga, then what you stickin' for?
Smoking on biscotti nigga, while I get dimmerdome
Brand new titties on that choppa, ain't no silicone
Right hook, beat the pot, left hook
Ran through another brick, I think I'm Westbrook
Baking soda, re-rock, fish hook
I had to take another route then what the rest took
They tellin' me I had a plus one, I brought the gang with me
Hundred for that quarter baby, I ain't got no change with me
If I tell them blitz up, they gon' bring that stain to me
I'm in that bih blick tucked, fuck is niggas saying to me?
If they don't let me and my dawgs in, I'm finna stretch some
Daywalker shit, all I see is red rum
She just popped another Percocet, she tryna neck some
Took a shit on every nigga tried to flex on me
If they don't let me and my dawgs in, I'm finna stretch some
Daywalker shit, all I see is red rum
She just popped another Percocet, she tryna neck some
Took a shit on every nigga tried to flex on me
Need a Cinderella in this Panamera Pumpkin
Pussy tried to go big and got his growth stunted
We hit up the function 'til something stop functioning
And yes I fucked yo' BM sense, you got all them assumptions, fuck nigga
I hit your BM bare but I ain't no teddy, fuck nigga
Yeah that Cullinan out the window, I'm 'bout hunchin' pulling triggers
Stood on all ten toes, pussy know how it go
J's on my feet, Magnums on my meat, thug to the bone
I like how ya bitch look depending how she facin'
Bag on ya head 'cause hoe who you think you facing?
Bitch hop up out that water, slaughter your daughter like I'm Jason
Got up with my opps and I bring my stick
'Cause I'm not the one to play with pussy
Negotiations breaking down, see those leaders start to frown
It's sword and gun day
Tomorrow never comes until it's too late
It's sword and gun day
Tomorrow never comes until it's too late
If they don't let me and my dawgs in, I'm finna stretch some
Daywalker shit, all I see is red rum
She just popped another Percocet, she tryna neck some
Took a shit on every nigga tried to flex on me
If they don't let me and my dawgs in, I'm finna stretch some
Daywalker shit, all I see is red rum
She just popped another Percocet, she tryna neck some
Took a shit on every nigga tried to flex on me
Say you got them choppas nigga?
What they hittin' for?
If you ain't on no Molly nigga, then what you stickin' for?
Smoking on biscotti nigga, while I get dimmerdome
Brand new titties on that choppa, ain't no silicone
Right hook, beat the pot, left hook
Ran through another brick, I think I'm Westbrook
Baking soda, re-rock, fish hook
I had to take another route then what the rest took
They tellin' me I had a plus one, I brought the gang with me
Hundred for that quarter baby, I ain't got no change with me
If I tell them blitz up, they gon' bring that stain to me
I'm in that bih blick tucked, fuck is niggas saying to me?
If they don't let me and my dawgs in, I'm finna stretch some
Daywalker shit, all I see is red rum
She just popped another Percocet, she tryna neck some
Took a shit on every nigga tried to flex on me
If they don't let me and my dawgs in, I'm finna stretch some
Daywalker shit, all I see is red rum
She just popped another Percocet, she tryna neck some
Took a shit on every nigga tried to flex on me
Need a Cinderella in this Panamera Pumpkin
Pussy tried to go big and got his growth stunted
We hit up the function 'til something stop functioning
And yes I fucked yo' BM sense, you got all them assumptions, fuck nigga
I hit your BM bare but I ain't no teddy, fuck nigga
Yeah that Cullinan out the window, I'm 'bout hunchin' pulling triggers
Stood on all ten toes, pussy know how it go
J's on my feet, Magnums on my meat, thug to the bone
I like how ya bitch look depending how she facin'
Bag on ya head 'cause hoe who you think you facing?
Bitch hop up out that water, slaughter your daughter like I'm Jason
Got up with my opps and I bring my stick
'Cause I'm not the one to play with pussy
Negotiations breaking down, see those leaders start to frown
It's sword and gun day
Tomorrow never comes until it's too late
Credits
Writer(s): Brian Farrell, Gabriel Guerra, Mario Danielle Torres, Richard Burrell, Nuri Saberin
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