Red Rum

[Intro]

Grrah! Bang! 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

Fuck 'round and just run with

Look, gang

[Chorus]

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

[Verse 1]

I go by YoungBoy, what it is?

Pull up, me and twin, and you know we full of pills

Pass that ass, hoe, mane, get the 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

38 Baby, I ain't slippin', bitch, I keep a pole

Need a money machine, I don't want to 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

If he play, you better kill him, heard that from my mama

If a nigga touch me, it's gon' be a problem

Hit you with that llama, bitch, you know I keep that chopper

[Chorus]

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

[Verse 2]

This lil hoe tryna finesse me, she think that I'm stupid

I told that hoe stop all that flexing, what up with that coochie?

He keep showin' off that gun but he ain't gon' use it

You know all my niggas ruthless, you know that we quick to shoot it

Bitch, hold up, you need to put some polish on your toes

I'm tryna get my son some head while he one years old

Bitch, I'm out the North and half my niggas throwin' up them fours

Soldier really pimpin', catch you cuffin', he gon' 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

Bitch I'm from the streets, I'm 'bout that drama, I'll never fold

I just raised the murder rate up in my city, bitch

Fuck the race, I ain't in no competition, bitch

Fuck the media, in real life we really zippin' shit

You know we don't spare nobody, shoot you in your shit

[Chorus]

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