[Intro: Yung Bans & Future]
I think I turned by brother to a junkie
Sippin' on red
He rich and he got money
Walk around like a zombie
Young nigga, can't get this
Sippin' on red
[Chorus: Yung Bans & Future]
I'm sippin' on red dead, 'til I'm on my deathbed (Woo, woo, woo)
Do I pop these meds? Yeah
Think I got a drug fetish (Think I got a drug fetish)
I think I got a drug fetish, yeah
Roxies and I'm on 'em heavy, hey
It ain't nothin' my mama can tell me (It ain't nothin' my mama can tell me)
She said, "I'ma dig it up," like oh, really? Hey (I'm geeked up)
How many milligrams you on right now? Like sixty, hey (Oh)
Percs gon' fill my void when I feel empty
[Verse 1: Yung Bans & Future]
Giddy-up, giddy-up
Nigga run 'round, caught with the nina, got a heater
She suckin' my dick with her hand on my heater, yeah, the nina
Pussy wet, hurricane Katrina, Katrina (I hear voices in my head)
You niggas lil' boys, you niggas got V-Bucks, V-Bucks
Pop me a Perc' and I float, turn to a dreamer
Balenciaga shawty, I don't rock no damn Marina (This life is crazy, life is crazy)
I think i'm getting nauseous, oh my, mama mia
So high in the sky, told my shorty I couldn't reach him (Mama mia)
Sippin' that lean, I'm sleepin'
Young nigga sip that lean 'til I'm sleepin'
You know I'm sleepin'
Young nigga sip that lean 'til I'm sleepin'
Sleepin', young nigga sip that lean 'til I'm sleepin'
I turn to a demon, nigga push up...
[Chorus: Yung Bans & Future]
I'm sippin' on red dead, 'til I'm on my deathbed (Woo, woo, woo)
Do I pop these meds? Yeah
Think I got a drug fetish (I'm all the way up)
I think I got a drug fetish, yeah
Roxies and I'm on 'em heavy, hey (I got habits, ain't goin' away)
It ain't nothin' my mama can tell me (I got habits, ain't goin' away)
She said, "I'ma dig it up," like oh, really? Hey
How many milligrams you on right now? Like sixty, hey
Percs gon' fill my void when I feel empty
[Verse 2: Slim Santana]
I mix that purple with that red, I'm sippin' red dead
Benji shoot at top, not legs
I mix the Perc' with Oxy', got me feeling like the prez' (Let's go)
I ain't no emo kid, I ain't gon' act like I'm depressed (Nah)
Balenciaga on my drawers, nigga, I'm a mess
Don't come 'round me recording, I'ma think that you the feds (On God)
Thirteen hundred for the pint, yeah, expensive meds
When I was hittin' stains, I was up, couldn't get no rest (For sure)
All this pain inside me, got me feelin' like Derez
1OF1 the gang, yeah, we different from the rest
Gotta watch your move, it ain't checkers, yeah, it's chess
Free my brother Trap, I know you bangin' on the set (Set, set)
[Chorus: Yung Bans & Future]
I'm sippin' on red dead, 'til I'm on my deathbed (Woo, woo, woo)
Do I pop these meds? Yeah
Think I got a drug fetish
I think I got a drug fetish, yeah
Roxies and I'm on 'em heavy, hey
It ain't nothin' my mama can tell me, hey
She said, "I'ma dig it up," like oh, really? Hey
How many milligrams you on right now? Like sixty, hey
Percs gon' fill my void when I feel empty
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