RED ROOM lyrics

[Verse]
Yeah, thirty-five points for the headshot, b*tch, should've kept the pistol in the bag
f*ck it, got the paper on track, see me, b*tch, I’m fitted all black
I burn it if I ever get the plaque, turn ya f*cking family to a pack
Put that f*cking money in the bag, I kill him just to say the sh*t and brag
Throw that check in that fire pit, I could buy ya, b*tch
I go back just to spin again, get my kill again
Where I'm at, we don't do that sh*t, we don’t talk a lot
I blow my bag, where's my money, b*tch?
Reload all my magazine, I'm back, f*ck you thought it was?
I don't know you b*tch, I send him up, tell him f*ck is up
Suck my f*cking di*k, I care 'bout cash, want my money back
I don't like to brag but look me up
Get the f*ck up off my di*k, I tried to give a f*ck
It's double my money, like Playboy my money, I don't f*ck around with no b*tch, yeah
Dirty my thirty, I’m early as f*ck, caught me a body as soon as I’m up
I brought a hand grenade into the club, I pull the pin and that sh*t goin' up
Guns, guns, guns, guns, guns, guns, guns, guns
Even when I get my bag, b*tch, got a red dot, sh*t, no tag, b*tch
Look at my bank, I got too rich, I’m in a red room, not no Twitch
Blood money, baby, that's my history, uh
He could pull up at the show, he ain't no kin to me, uh
f*ck 'em all, uh, die slow and we f*cking ball
f*ck ’em all, uh, die slow and we f*cking ball
f*ck 'em all, uh, die slow and we f*cking ball
f*ck 'em all, uh, die slow