Red Rum lyrics

by

Real Boston Richey



[Intro]
(Section 8 just straight cooked this motherf*cker up)

[Chorus]
Uh, n*gga, you ain't a killer, you ain't never came through sprayin' nothin'
Say you slingin' them pistols, when you came through, broad day somethin'
How you say you can get a n*gga whacked and never paid nothin'?
My n*ggas'll shoot a n*gga for me for free, these my day ones
Don't tell your friends you f*ckin' on me if I had to pay somethin'
Youngins ready to pop up out that cut with them Dracs on
n*ggas be ready to take they words back right when that lead come
Ain't sh*t to commit a murder, it ain't sh*t to pull a redrum

[Verse 1]
Seems like I be only fightin' the thoughts that's in my head, huh?
Uh, seen so many unmarked cars right 'fore the feds come
Pull up and check a n*gga, they be like, "I ain't said nothin'"
Oh, I'm trippn', I thought a lil' broke-ass n*gga said somethin'
Mmm, too many f*ckin' bands, can't keep my pants up
b*tches be lyin' to me, sayin', "Boston Richey handsome"
You leavin' 'cause I'm cheatin', stupid b*tch, that ain't the answer
You f*ck me way too good, I gotta take you up for ransom
Your youngins too pus*y, mine swing that sh*t on camera
Every chance I get, I f*ck her good, go and ask her
Stripper b*tches love me 'cause I throw money on dancers
I ain't cuffin' hoes, my brother want her, then I pass her
[Chorus]
Uh, n*gga, you ain't a killer, you ain't never came through sprayin' nothin'
Say you slingin' them pistols, when you came through, broad day somethin'
How you say you can get a n*gga whacked and never paid nothin'?
My n*ggas'll shoot a n*gga for me for free, these my day ones
Don't tell your friends you f*ckin' on me if I had to pay somethin'
Youngins ready to pop up out that cut with them Dracs on
n*ggas be ready to take they words back right when that lead come
Ain't sh*t to commit a murder, it ain't sh*t to pull a redrum

[Verse 2]
b*tch, I'm a trapper-turned-rapper, do you dig me?
Say that your man got more money that me, is you sh*ttin' me?
Forever trappin' dope, forever shootin' semis
It ain't no cappin', before this rap, n*gga, I had ten kis
This sh*t tax-free, n*gga, we livin' rent-free
b*tch, you goin' out sad, you f*ck a n*gga that drive a hemi
Heard he tryna spoil you like I do, but he ain't me
b*tch from 'cross the water, but way in Florida f*ckin' a Yankee

[Chorus]
Uh, n*gga, you ain't a killer, you ain't never came through sprayin' nothin'
Say you slingin' them pistols, when you came through, broad day somethin'
How you say you can get a n*gga whacked and never paid nothin'?
My n*ggas'll shoot a n*gga for me for free, these my day ones
Don't tell your friends you f*ckin' on me if I had to pay somethin'
Youngins ready to pop up out that cut with them Dracs on
n*ggas be ready to take they words back right when that lead come
Ain't sh*t to commit a murder, it ain't sh*t to pull a redrum
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