REDRUM ft. B-GIB Lyrics

Shout out Luke Run it Back

Hold Up

Big Gun

Red Rum

Big Drum

Whose Gun

Loudmouth don't run

Hes dead

I'm numb

Runnin up

I'll be pullin

So I can empty drums

Talkin shit

I'll be pullin up so I can

Have some fun

I'm getting bags

I'm stacking chad

I want more drugs

I want more bread

I pulled up to just to take yo bitch

And fucked that hoe

In your own bed

He hella mad

He wanna fight

Pull up on me

Hell yeah that fine

Finesse yo shit

And shoot some dimes

You got no gang

Yo members died

Talkin shit then fuckin slide

All my homies down to ride

We bored as fuck

And stuck inside

Hide and seek

What will I find

Homie cash you on my mind

Double check I'm gettin mines

Hurry up

Ain't got much time

My shotgun steady

Sling dimes

Chopped a kilo

Don't you cut

Yall ain't tuff

I saw you duckin

Brand new choppa

Let me up it

Caught a body

Let me gut it

I ain't playin

I ain't stupid

I go stupid

I start shootin

They gon scatter

Who we choosing

Watch yo back

And watch me lose it

Watch me tense up

Watch me squeeze

Im droppin shells

You see the heat

This pistol dirty

No ID

Dont fuck with me

You can't compete

Yall be trippin

You aint thuggin

Thought you tuff

Now you runnin

Why yall talkin

You just bluffin

Ill be swinging

You'll be cussin

Need some pack bitch

What it do?

Bitch Im a dog

Im Scooby Doo

Get out my face bitch

Who are you?

I lost my mind

Way back in school

Peekaboo

This aint no deuce

These hallow points

Be gettin through

Run up on me like a fool

Ill body him and

Bury you

Bitches dont fuck up my mood

The day I die is overdue

I live in hell

I love the view

Hate me now

Fuck you too

Hold Up

Big Gun

Red Rum

Big Drum

Whose Gun

Loud mouth dont run

Hes dead

I'm numb

Runnin up

I'll be pullin

So I can empty drums

Talkin shit

Ill be pullin up so I can

Have some fun

Im getting bags

Im stacking chad

I want more drugs

I want more bread

I pulled up to just to take yo bitch

And fucked that hoe

In your own bed