Red Rum

(album: Welcome To Bubba Land - 2023)

(Section 8 just straight cooked this motherfucker up)

Uh, nigga, you ain't a killer, you ain't never came through spraying nothing
Say you slinging them pistols, when you came through, broad day something
How you say you can get a nigga whacked and never paid nothin'?
My niggas'll shoot a nigga for me for free, these my day ones
Don't tell your friends you fucking on me if I had to pay something
Youngins ready to pop up out that cut with them Dracs on
Niggas be ready to take they words back right when that lead come
Ain't shit to commit a murder, it ain't shit to pull a redrum

Seems like I be only fighting the thoughts that's in my head, huh?
Uh, seen so many unmarked cars right 'fore the feds come
Pull up and check a nigga, they be like, "I ain't said nothin'"
Oh, I'm trippn', I thought a lil' broke-ass nigga said something
Mmm, too many fucking bands, can't keep my pants up
Bitches be lying to me, saying, "Boston Richey handsome"
You leaving 'cause I'm cheating, stupid bitch, that ain't the answer
You fuck me way too good, I gotta take you up for ransom
Your youngins too pussy, mine swing that shit on camera
Every chance I get, I fuck her good, go and ask her
Stripper bitches love me 'cause I throw money on dancers
I ain't cuffing hoes, my brother want her, then I pass her

Uh, nigga, you ain't a killer, you ain't never came through spraying nothing
Say you slinging them pistols, when you came through, broad day something
How you say you can get a nigga whacked and never paid nothin'?
My niggas'll shoot a nigga for me for free, these my day ones
Don't tell your friends you fucking on me if I had to pay something
Youngins ready to pop up out that cut with them Dracs on
Niggas be ready to take they words back right when that lead come
Ain't shit to commit a murder, it ain't shit to pull a redrum

Bitch, I'm a trapper-turned-rapper, do you dig me?
Say that your man got more money that me, is you shitting me?
Forever trapping dope, forever shooting semis
It ain't no capping, before this rap, nigga, I had ten kis
This shit tax-free, nigga, we living rent-free
Bitch, you going out sad, you fuck a nigga that drive a hemi
Heard he tryna spoil you like I do, but he ain't me
Bitch from 'cross the water, but way in Florida fucking a Yankee

Uh, nigga, you ain't a killer, you ain't never came through spraying nothing
Say you slinging them pistols, when you came through, broad day something
How you say you can get a nigga whacked and never paid nothin'?
My niggas'll shoot a nigga for me for free, these my day ones
Don't tell your friends you fucking on me if I had to pay something
Youngins ready to pop up out that cut with them Dracs on
Niggas be ready to take they words back right when that lead come
Ain't shit to commit a murder, it ain't shit to pull a redrum