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 3Three and on the back it fold

All my niggas 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