Redrum (feat. PAUL WALL) [Remix]

Pull up sitting on billets
Block hot as a skillet
If it's beef imma kill it
If it into trill I don't feel it
Pouring up me syrup ocean might take me a cruise
The out of line imma make em an offer they can't refuse
I'm a high class country nigga eating chicken livers
Wash em down with some Moët
And fuck your bitch until she shiver
Yeah I'm still gripping the grain reclining on leather
And my sneakers Italian I'm walking light as a feather
Popping rubberbands on em hoggin lanes on em
Went and bought a set of brushed Amani's ain't a stain on em
Just a trill nigga from Bama
Huntsvegas to be exact
Northside of the city
We got what them niggas lack
I don't trust these hoes as far as i can throw em
I just fuck em and I duck em
See em act like I don't know em
See it's two types of niggas
You got your winners and loser's
Rappers went from being the dealers
To being the users
But I guess I'm part of the problem still pouring and sipping
Popping xannies thinkin they gone solve my problems I'm tripping
For what it's worth it's the birth of some niggas doing dirt
Plastic full of that yak I'm drinking til my liver hurt
I know some niggaz that's family men and they got plenty work
Go to church on Sundays
But still will put ya face on a shirt
Ugh
I don't do a lot of talking I just listen
Shortage of real niggas what the game been missing
Too many bad bitches and not enough real women
But fuck it I'm trying to stack me a million that I can swim in
When you're custom made
You dont worry about trying to fit in
Whip up in that foreign all the boppers by trying to get in
I hate clone men show it
Especially the ones who bit the south
And act like my niggas don't know it
But as long as I pull up my candy paint still drip
I just bought a Scar 17 it got a hundred round clip
Hoe ass nigga
I'm talking bout a slab murder
I'm talking bout a slab murder
Well it's Paul Wall bitch
And I'm the king of fours tippin
Out here grain gripping
If you ain't tippin you trippin
You know my paint dripping
Tatum Upholstery all custom hand crafted stitching
Lane switching LED on the Cadillac emblem
The redline big pimpin I got the top missing
5th wheel leaning hard just like what I be sipping
I always got that thang on me never catch me slipping
Them screens falling like them dollars when Malian stripping
I some potnas with me flipping swinging extra wide
And I'm a pro when I slide
Fours never collide
Doors suicide
Waving trunk with pride
I can't be denied
Bro you ain't never lied
Which car should I ride it's hard to decide
I hurt they feelings when I pull up man I swear they cried
But we ain't worried bout you salty fries
Trunk rise like surprise
Riding Texan wire wheels on vogue tires
Run up on me that ain't very wise
You thought I was a come up
But that ended up your demise
Slab God it ain't no suckers round here
From Texas to Alabama getting bucks around here baby
I'm talking bout a slab murder
I'm talking bout a slab murder
I'm talking bout a slab murder
I'm talking bout a slab murder
It's the drank sippin microphone ripping brougham whipping
Coming off the dome spitting
Something vicious not fictitious who the sickest adding digits
Longer than some weave extensions
We malicious on this mission knocking doors straight off the hinges
Niggaz biting need some dentures cartoon character adventures
They ain't real as Marge Simpson Homer Lisa Bart Simpson
Boys simping jack inventions like that style ain't from the south
Jack Dempsey kinda tipsey bout to knock these niggaz out
I know you heard about word of mouth
Word is out that we superbed it out
Hood and suburbed it out brought the freaks and the virgins out
Dirty sprite in the dirty south
Whipping verdies and burning out
Surely party like weekend at Bernie's
Pimpin big Shirley's and fergies
They ain't worthy to peep and observe me
They tried but they can't detour me
I grind mane I'm up early
I buy but they can't serve me
I'm flyer than James worthy
Playing old school hoops in an old school suit
Old school coupe 442
They gone talk but we gone do
Tapping these broads like duck duck goose
Crush the drank fuck some juice
Substitute nothing with something what would mc lovin do
Everything but loving you govern you
Don't mean to trouble you
But I need W W after W
So muscle up no need to cover up
They feeling shitty cuz Grilly got the microphone bubble guts
Huddle up with some game spittas dame gettas
If you a lame you get framed where Mona Lisa's can't hang nigga
You see me shinning hater so I hope you brought rain with you
Don't play no games no more I'm a keep it Danny ainge with you
Can't get your shit right cuz you love women that ain't with you
Tricking with Keisha Nikki even Khia can't hang with you
Use your brain quicker but it ain't in your veins nigga
Real or fake when you wake in the mourn you the same nigga
Pour a playa up cup filled with Max Payne nigga
Breaking down game sitting back getting brain nigga
Straight up
Murder