Red Rum
(That shit crazy)
That shit crazy
That shit crazy
Blatt
Ooh, that shit crazy (uh)
Fye
Fye, uh, fye, uh, fye
Big Stunna ain't finna fight (uh-uh)
Why you think I bought all these guns? (Baow, baow)
The only thing on my mind
Is a whole lot of red rum (blatt, blatt)
Bitch nigga play tough, I'll touch some' (come on)
Nigga get out his top, get his head blown (uh, uh)
Ain't finna do all that rah-rah shit 'cause lil' bruh'll get his ass gone (blatt, uh)
Ain't finna beef with no unknown
I really put shit in the end zone (what else?)
We get his lo' and it's spent like a demo (spin, come on)
Can't find him, we get at his kinfolk (blatt)
I'm tryna stack up these hundreds past 6'4"
I wake up and I put that shit on
We see the opps, they get hit on
I'm talkin', beat up they block then get gone (go)
My lil' nigga out his top
He sick in the head, he can't be cured (brrt, uh)
I hit that bitch with endurance
Ho do what I say like a servant (do what I say, eat)
I was wolf on the 'net for insurance (bitch)
Them niggas know we be swervin' (know we be purgin')
I used to stand on the curb, I want S-E-B, the bag secured (racks), uh
He better think with his head on, 25/8, I be thinkin' 'bout red rum (uh)
I get that cake by the lump some' (cash)
She treat that dick like a Dum-Dum (eat, eat)
My lil' niggas fried, they ready to slide
I can't name a opp nigga that's up one (geek)
Bitch niggas ain't did no harm (uh, uh)
Keep my fire, I'm never unarmed (bah)
Big Stunna ain't finna fight
Why you think I bought all these guns? (Baow, baow)
The only thing on my mind
Is a whole lot of red rum (baow, baow, baow)
Bitch nigga play tough, I'll touch some' (blatt)
Nigga get out his top, get his head blown (uh, blatt)
Ain't finna do all that rah-rah shit 'cause lil' bruh'll get his ass gone (blatt, blatt, blatt, come on)
Big Stunna ain't finna fight (uh)
Why you think I bought all these guns?
The only thing on my mind
Is a whole lot of red rum (blatt, blatt)
Bitch nigga play tough, I'll touch some'
Nigga get out his top, get his head blown (uh, uh, uh)
Ain't finna do all that rah-rah shit 'cause lil' bruh'll get his ass gone (bah, bah-bah)
Bah
Bah-bah
Bah
Bah-bah
That shit crazy
That shit crazy
Blatt
Ooh, that shit crazy (uh)
Fye
Fye, uh, fye, uh, fye
Big Stunna ain't finna fight (uh-uh)
Why you think I bought all these guns? (Baow, baow)
The only thing on my mind
Is a whole lot of red rum (blatt, blatt)
Bitch nigga play tough, I'll touch some' (come on)
Nigga get out his top, get his head blown (uh, uh)
Ain't finna do all that rah-rah shit 'cause lil' bruh'll get his ass gone (blatt, uh)
Ain't finna beef with no unknown
I really put shit in the end zone (what else?)
We get his lo' and it's spent like a demo (spin, come on)
Can't find him, we get at his kinfolk (blatt)
I'm tryna stack up these hundreds past 6'4"
I wake up and I put that shit on
We see the opps, they get hit on
I'm talkin', beat up they block then get gone (go)
My lil' nigga out his top
He sick in the head, he can't be cured (brrt, uh)
I hit that bitch with endurance
Ho do what I say like a servant (do what I say, eat)
I was wolf on the 'net for insurance (bitch)
Them niggas know we be swervin' (know we be purgin')
I used to stand on the curb, I want S-E-B, the bag secured (racks), uh
He better think with his head on, 25/8, I be thinkin' 'bout red rum (uh)
I get that cake by the lump some' (cash)
She treat that dick like a Dum-Dum (eat, eat)
My lil' niggas fried, they ready to slide
I can't name a opp nigga that's up one (geek)
Bitch niggas ain't did no harm (uh, uh)
Keep my fire, I'm never unarmed (bah)
Big Stunna ain't finna fight
Why you think I bought all these guns? (Baow, baow)
The only thing on my mind
Is a whole lot of red rum (baow, baow, baow)
Bitch nigga play tough, I'll touch some' (blatt)
Nigga get out his top, get his head blown (uh, blatt)
Ain't finna do all that rah-rah shit 'cause lil' bruh'll get his ass gone (blatt, blatt, blatt, come on)
Big Stunna ain't finna fight (uh)
Why you think I bought all these guns?
The only thing on my mind
Is a whole lot of red rum (blatt, blatt)
Bitch nigga play tough, I'll touch some'
Nigga get out his top, get his head blown (uh, uh, uh)
Ain't finna do all that rah-rah shit 'cause lil' bruh'll get his ass gone (bah, bah-bah)
Bah
Bah-bah
Bah
Bah-bah
Credits
Writer(s): Khalick Antonio Caldwell, Christopher Anthony Malloy, Joe Remo, Ayejae Desean Ali
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