Red Rum lyrics

by

Soulja Boy


[Verse]
These n*ggas be pus*y
I'm smoking on cookie
Pull down your block with that chopper
I got a hundred fifty shooters and they with me
Flour the fish and I'm whippin' up with it
pus*y n*ggas say they want me, tell them to come get me
Don't count up money, I literally get it
I skrrt through the city, extended the Glizzy
That 30, that automatic, backwards semi
Ooh, Stacks on Deck, murder
This right here Red Rum, I called this sh*t murder
Who him cause I ain't never heard of him
Hop in a orange McLaren, watch You Drako skrrt
[?] and bullets, I'm feeling like Percy
Hop out the whip, I'm doing them dirty
Pull up and shoot, like Kyrie Iriving
I don't give a f*ck about the cash
I see your bank account, and I laugh
Add it up, pus*y n*gga do the math
Hundred K for a show, God damn
I'm getting money for real
I was rich way before the deal
Pop a n*gga like a pill
Young Drako, n*gga I'm worth 30 mil
It's Zone 1 [?], my n*gga we having it
They tried to hit me with the RICO in traffic, and
Young Drako drip, I don't dress off a mannequin
Shoot with the Draco, it came from Afghanistan
Your b*tch, she suck on my di*k, she my biggest fan
I got fishes, see the pack in the muf*ckin' minivan
Put that stick on your partner then we killin' him
Young Drako numb to this f*ck sh*t, n*gga I feelin' him
Young Drako gettin' cash, money, and dividends
Rich Gang, young n*gga, I been the man
Pyrex pot whip my 360 like [?]
[?] in my mansion, need a helicopter man
Slide back on your block with that chopper
Yeah I'm sippin' on lean like I came from the doctor man
My chopper start singin' like it's in a Oprah man
My diamonds be wetter than muf*ckin' Aquaman
Pull up on the block with a Draco, it choppin' him
Drako not a door, so n*gga stop knockin' him
Reach for my chain then you know that I'm poppin' him
I jump in the McLaren, ain't a thing stoppin' him
Walk in that trap house, them bricks, I'm coppin' them
Come to the Soulja Mansion and go take a swim
I remember Dill Avenue, gettin' it in
Ran from police with Tonio, my best friend
Extended Glizzy, 30, and a FNN
Hit him with Draco, he won't see again
Jump in Bugatti, I'm gone in the wind
Cop me a Rollie and whip up my b*tch a new Benz
She don't let me hit, then I'm f*ckin' her friends
I'm pouring up juice and I'm pouring out Gin
Diss me in a song, but he won't do that again
Up on they block, 360, watch me spin
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