RED DEAD

(album: MISUNDERSTOOD - 2019)

[Yung Bans (Future):]
(I think I turned by brother to a junkie)
Sipping on red
(He rich and he got money)
(Walk around like a zombie)
Young nigga, can't get this
Sipping on red

I'm sipping on red dead, 'til I'm on my deathbed
Do I pop these meds? Yeah
Think I got a drug fetish (Think I got a drug fetish)
I think I got a drug fetish, yeah
Roxy, then I'm on 'em heavy
It ain't nothing my mama can tell me (It ain't nothing my mama can tell me)
She said, "Lil' nigga don't block out, really" (I'm geeked up)
How many milligrams you on right now? Like 60
Percs gon' fill my void when I feel empty

Giddy-up, giddy-up
Nigga run 'round, caught with the nina, got a heater
She sucking my dick with her hand on my heater (Yeah), nina
Pussy wet, hurricane Katrina, Katrina (I hear voices in my head)
You niggas lil' boys, you niggas got V-Bucks, V-Bucks
Pop me a Perc' and I float, turn to a dreamer
Balenciaga shawty, I don't rock no damn Marina (This life is crazy, crazy)
I think I'm getting nauseous, oh my, mama mia
So high in the sky, told my shorty I couldn't reach him (Mama mia)
Sipping that lean, I'm sleeping
Young nigga sip that lean 'til I'm sleeping
You know I'm sleeping
Young nigga sip that lean 'til I'm sleeping
Sleeping, young nigga sip that lean 'til I'm sleeping
I turn to a demon, nigga push up...

I'm sipping on red dead, 'til I'm on my deathbed
Do I pop these meds? Yeah
Think I got a drug fetish (I'm all the way up)
I think I got a drug fetish, yeah
Roxy, then I'm on 'em heavy (I got habits, ain't going away)
It ain't nothing my mama can tell me (I got habits, ain't going away)
She said, "Lil' nigga don't block out, really"
How many milligrams you on right now? Like 60
Percs gon' fill my void when I feel empty

[Slim Santana:]
I mix that purple with that red, I'm sipping red dead
Benji shoe, the type not laced
I mix the perc' with Oxy', got me feeling like the prez' (Let's go)
I ain't no emo kid, I ain't gon' act like I'm depressed
Balenciaga on my drawers, nigga I'm a mess
Don't come 'round me recording, I'ma think that you the feds
Thirteen hundred for the pint, yeah, expensive meds
When I was hitting stains, I was up, couldn't get no rest
All this pain inside me, got me feeling like Derez
1OF1 the gang, yeah, we different from the rest
Gotta watch your move, it ain't checkers, yeah, it's chess
Free my brother Trap, I know you banging on the set (Set, set)

[Yung Bans & Future:]
I'm sipping on red dead, 'til I'm on my deathbed
Do I pop these meds? Yeah
Think I got a drug fetish
I think I got a drug fetish, yeah
Roxy, then I'm on 'em heavy
It ain't nothing my mama can tell me
She said, "Lil' nigga don't block out, really"
How many milligrams you on right now? Like 60
Percs gon' fill my void when I feel empty