Red Rum lyrics

[Intro]
Grrah! Bang! Gang!
Ayy, this for all them 38 babies out the North you hear me?
Yeah, make 'em draw the chalk, look
n*gga, this that red rum sh*t
Keep your gun, b*tch
'Fore I slum sh*t
f*ck 'round and just run with
Look, gang

[Chorus]
This that red rum sh*t, f*ck how you come sh*t
Better keep your gun, b*tch, f*ck where you from, b*tch
Play and you get stung, b*tch, we on that dumb sh*t
And f*ck Donald Trump b*tch, that NBA sh*t
Hoes I don't play with, I hate all that fake sh*t
Stunting on my ex b*tch, I know she can't stand it
Burner on my waist, b*tch, I be on that bang sh*t
f*ck up out my face, b*tch, I be on that gang sh*t
Get shot in your face, b*tch, reaching for my chain, b*tch
Made it out them chains, b*tch, I'll never change, b*tch
Still keep that thang, b*tch, catch me tryna drill some sh*t
Still with my same clique, and no, you can't hang, b*tch

[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 f*ck up out my grill
f*ck your old mane, he gon' get hit with the steel, uh
These n*ggas some hoes, man, they don't want no smoke
38 Baby, I ain't slippin', b*tch, 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'
f*ck the laws, up in public, got that thang on me
If he play, you better kill him, heard that from my mama
If a n*gga touch me, it's gon' be a problem
Hit you with that llama, b*tch, you know I keep that chopper
[Chorus]
This that red rum sh*t, f*ck how you come sh*t
Better keep your gun, b*tch, f*ck where you from, b*tch
Play and you get stung, b*tch, we on that dumb sh*t
And f*ck Donald Trump b*tch, that NBA sh*t
Hoes I don't play with, I hate all that fake sh*t
Stunting on my ex b*tch, I know she can't stand it
Burner on my waist, b*tch, I be on that bang sh*t
f*ck up out my face, b*tch, I be on that gang sh*t
Get shot in your face, b*tch, reaching for my chain, b*tch
Made it out them chains, b*tch, I'll never change, b*tch
Still keep that thang, b*tch, catch me tryna drill some sh*t
Still with my same clique, and no, you can't hang, b*tch

[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 n*ggas ruthless, you know that we quick to shoot it
b*tch, hold up, you need to put some polish on your toes
I'm tryna get my son some head while he one years old
b*tch, I'm out the North and half my n*ggas 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 n*ggas trappin', what you need? They don't ever close
b*tch I'm from the streets, I'm 'bout that drama, I'll never fold
I just raised the murder rate up in my city, b*tch
f*ck the race, I ain't in no competition, b*tch
f*ck the media, in real life we really zippin' sh*t
You know we don't spare nobody, shoot you in your sh*t
[Chorus]
This that red rum sh*t, f*ck how you come sh*t
Better keep your gun, b*tch, f*ck where you from, b*tch
Play and you get stung, b*tch, we on that dumb sh*t
And f*ck Donald Trump b*tch, that NBA sh*t
Hoes I don't play with, I hate all that fake sh*t
Stunting on my ex b*tch, I know she can't stand it
Burner on my waist, b*tch, I be on that bang sh*t
f*ck up out my face, b*tch, I be on that gang sh*t
Get shot in your face, b*tch, reaching for my chain, b*tch
Made it out them chains, b*tch, I'll never change, b*tch
Still keep that thang, b*tch, catch me tryna drill some sh*t
Still with my same clique, and no, you can't hang, b*tch