Red Rum

This for all them 38 babies out the North you hear me? Look, gang This that red rum shit, fuck how you come shit Better keep your gun bitch, fuck where you from bitch Play and you get stunk bitch, we on that dumb shit And fuck Donald Trump bitch, that NBA shit Hoes I don't play with, I hate all that fake shit Stunting on my ex bitch, I know she can't stand it Burner on my waist bitch, I be on that bang shit Fuck up out my face bitch, I be on that gang shit Get shot in your face bitch, reaching for my chain bitch Made it out them chains bitch, I'll never change bitch Still keep that thing bitch, catch me tryna drill some shit Still with my same clique, and no you can't hang bitch I go by YoungBoy, what it is? Pull up, me and twin, and you know we full of pills Pass that ass ho, mane get the fuck up out my grill Fuck your old mane, he gon' get hit with the steel These niggas some hoes, man they don't want no smoke 38 baby, I ain't slippin', bitch I keep a pole Need a money machine, I don't want to count no more Five Fantas from the store, red drink I pour some more Fuck the laws, up in public, got that thang on me If he play you better kill him, heard that from my mama If a nigga touch me, it's gon' be a problem Hit you with that llama, bitch you know I keep that chopper This that red rum shit, fuck how you come shit Better keep your gun bitch, fuck where you from bitch Play and you get stunk bitch, we on that dumb shit And fuck Donald Trump bitch, that NBA shit Hoes I don't play with, I hate all that fake shit Stunting on my ex bitch, I know she can't stand it Burner on my waist bitch, I be on that bang shit Fuck up out my face bitch, I be on that gang shit Get shot in your face bitch, reaching for my chain bitch Made it out them chains bitch, I'll never change bitch Still keep that thing bitch, catch me tryna drill some shit Still with my same clique, and no you can't hang bitch This lil' ho tryna finesse me, she think that I'm stupid I told that ho 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 niggas ruthless, you know that we quick to shoot it Bitch hold up, you need to put some polish on your toes I'm tryna get my son some head while he one years old Bitch I'm out the North and half my niggas throwin' up them fours Soldier really pimpin', catch you cuffin', he gon' take your ho Shoot like Scottie Pippen from the three, gon' hit you from the road I just bought a chopper from 3-3 and on the back it fold All my nigags trappin', what you need, they don't never close Bitch I'm from the streets, I'm 'bout that drama, I'll never fold I just raised the murder rate up in my city bitch Fuck the race, I ain't in no competition bitch Fuck the media, in real life we really zippin' shit You know we don't spare nobody, shoot you in your shit This that red rum shit, fuck how you come shit Better keep your gun bitch, fuck where you from bitch Play and you get stunk bitch, we on that dumb shit And fuck Donald Trump bitch, that NBA shit Hoes I don't play with, I hate all that fake shit Stunting on my ex bitch, I know she can't stand it Burner on my waist bitch, I be on that bang shit Fuck up out my face bitch, I be on that gang shit Get shot in your face bitch, reaching for my chain bitch Made it out them chains bitch, I'll never change bitch Still keep that thing bitch, catch me tryna drill some shit Still with my same clique, and no you can't hang bitch