RED DEAD
(专辑: 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