f*ck Da Media lyrics

[Intro]
Tay Keith produced it
Yeah, Redrum
2 to the neck, 1 to the head
Splat
My bruh-bruh
Uhhhhhh

[Chorus]
Look what I did
I done came far
The way I'm livin
Gotta pray tomorrow
Too much hate
But I can take it all
I had the hoe so I didn't want no jaw
n*ggas snakes so I just cut my yard
b*tches fake so I just play my part
They know we steppin'
We don't give a f*ck
It's Redrum
Push up on who ever

[Verse 1]
What's up with n*ggas and threats
Spreading they ass and sh*t
These n*ggas mention me, constantly dissin' me
Tryna look past that sh*t
Ain't f*ck what you sayin, but f*ck how you feelin'
Ain't kissin' yo ass lil b*tch
They see that you tough
They comin' too wrong
They be on some casket sh*t
They f*ck with these b*tches
They runnin' they mouth, they be on some braggin' sh*t
But now I'm in fashion, Cartier glasses
Remember I ain't had that sh*t
My temper too bad, I just bought a chopper
Don't think I won't grab that b*tch
They say that it's smoke, but that ain't no kush
So homie, don't pass that sh*t
So think 'bout a n*gga this sh*t is so good
You n*ggas can have that sh*t
You wanna go live and look at your views
So it's Amanda(?) b*tch
I'm stupid direct
On Josie and John I know I can back that sh*t
No I ain't laughin' b*tch
Try me, I ain't just rappin' b*tch
[Chorus]
Look what I did
I done came far
The way I'm livin
Gotta pray tomorrow
Too much hate
But I can take it all
I had the hoe so I didn't want no jaw
n*ggas snakes so I just cut my yard
b*tches fake so I just play my part
They know we steppin'
We don't give a f*ck
It's Redrum
Push up on who ever

[Verse 2]
They say that I'm changing house
I ain't no TV pusher
But they see it so much
Better catch me on BET, we was on TV juggin'
These n*ggas b*tches, I brought em subpoenas
I smelt that raw lil pus*y
I f*ck with some Crips, they know that it's true
They know I'm raw like (?)
Don't f*ck these rappers
I f*ck with promoters
I'm Redrum, B, just book me
Just just too sell-out
Wide receiver pus*y
I'm in a beamer, tint out
You can't see me, lookin
You thinkin' I'm candy n*gga
You can't roll me, Tootsie
Play with yo ass, not Boogie
Or I'll let my shooter play foosie(?)
Nah I ain't no shooter
Nah I ain't no killer
Don't gotta explain, just touch me
I know I'm an artist, I know they gon' hate
But can't no flow flow just book me
I'm finna land some pus*y
My trigger gon' land some pussies (?)
[Chorus]
Look at what I did
I done came far
The way I'm livin
Ain't gotta pray tomorrow
Too much hate
But I can take it all
I had the hoe so I didn't want no jaw (?)
n*ggas snakes so I just cut my yard
b*tches fake so I just play my part
They know we steppin'
We don't give a f*ck
It's Redrum
Push up on who ever