Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Red Room, artist - Offset. Date of issue: 21.02.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Red Room |
| I'm a maniac go crazy for the cash (Hey, crazy) |
| Green Lamborghini, paper tags (Skrrt) |
| Ridin' through the city, thirty mags (Brrt, bow) |
| Niggas snitchin', they the police with no badge (Woo, woo, woo) |
| How I grew up, my momma with my dad (Momma, huh) |
| So when I blew up I put her in a pad (Mansion) |
| I like to throw up when I think about the crash (Ugh, ugh) |
| Not playin', when I hit the tree I smell the gas (Hey, hey) |
| Lookin' at the sky, think about my past (Sky) |
| When I used to kick a door, shoot you for the cash (Boot, boot, boot) |
| Everybody hit the floor 'fore you make me mad (Floor) |
| Yo, I had a nigga soul livin' too fast |
| Prayin' to the Lord, my soul to keep (Keep) |
| Controllin' me (Me), take a hold of me (Hold) |
| Bitches ain't shit, got exposed by E ('Sposed) |
| So naive, cold in the streets (Streets) |
| Sleep on my feet (Feet) |
| Money turn homies to zombies, they eat (Zombies) |
| Miss my grandma, she was humble and sweet (Grandma) |
| I don't speak, let the check talk for me (Check, woo) |
| I can't sleep 'less the Tec in my reach (Tec) |
| Hit the dope, make me choke, make me wheeze (Choke, woo) |
| Sip the dope, help the pain at ease (Hey) |
| Tryna get the money 'fore it clean, it was dirty (Dirty) |
| Playin' football, hide the fire in my gutter (Ha) |
| Gettin' locked up, runnin' round in a circle (Circle) |
| Brother caught fifteen like he did a murder (Murder) |
| Now my whole family hurtin' (Hurtin') |
| Tryna see the light but we couldn't pull the curtain (Curtain, curtain, curtain) |
| Night time lurkin' (Night, night), momma said the streetlights 'bout to stop workin' (Light, light, light) |
| Lookin' at my momma in her eyes (Momma) |
| Lookin' at me like a new person (New person) |
| She tellin' me I need to slow down (Slow down) |
| The pain don't go away with the percy (Slow down) |
| That was when the rap weren't working (Wewb't working) |
| Living in the trap it's a search (Trap search) |
| See my grandma in a hearse (Grandma) |
| And Pistol P gone in the casket |
| Shot's fired nigga blasting (Brrt) |
| Cops, they arrive start smashing (Woop, woop) |
| Opps we shoot shots like the Mavericks (Opps) |
| Vaults put the cash up and we stash it (Stash) |
| You flop, we doing numbers can't imagine (Hey) |
| Money tunnel when the roof panoramic (Skrrt) |
| Count the bottles 'til my hand start crampin' (Cramp) |
| I come with the drip I need a napkin (Hey) |
| I'm a maniac go crazy for the cash (Hey, crazy) |
| Green Lamborghini, paper tags (Skrrt) |
| Ridin' through the city, thirty mags (Brrt, bow) |
| Niggas snitchin', they the police with no badge (Woo, woo, woo) |
| How I grew up, my momma with my dad (Momma, huh) |
| So when I blew up I put her in a pad (Mansion) |
| I like to throw up when I think about the crash (Ugh, ugh) |
| Not playin', when I hit the tree I smell the gas (Hey, hey) |
| Lookin' at the sky, think about my past (Sky) |
| When I used to kick a door, shoot you for the cash (Boot, boot, boot) |
| Everybody hit the floor 'fore you make me mad (Floor) |
| Yo, I had a nigga soul livin' too fast |
| Prayin' to the Lord, my soul to keep (Keep) |
| Controllin' me (Me), take a hold of me (Hold) |
| Bitches ain't shit, got exposed by E ('Sposed) |
| So naive, cold in the streets (Streets) |
| I been crossed out by my own brother (Woo, woo) |
| Ain't no rules in the street don't trust 'em |
| Ran it up and I had to go buss it |
| Police 'bout to kick the door now we gotta flush it |
| Ridin' on the back streets thinkin' 'bout my brother |
| Prayin' that he come home to his loving mother |
| Can't believe it that I got it all out the gutter |
| Facetime 'round 3 Mike in a puddle |
| How am I 'posed to take it? |
| (How?) |
| Niggas dying around the same time I had a baby (Hoo) |
| Here go the operator (Operator) |
| Let the gang know Pistol ain't 'gon make it (He ain't 'gon make it) |
| Now my mind going brazy (Brazy) |
| Got me feeling like I was the cause of the hatred (I'm the cause of it) |
| Golden revolver with the laser (Boop) |
| They done killed my nigga start a war bring the nation (Brrt, brrt, brrt, brrt) |
| I got a boss situation (Boss) |
| Military basis when we travel 'cross the nation (Military) |
| Double up the cup with maple (Woo) |
| Abomination on your paper I got acres |
| Black man when you walking and you labeled |
| Beat the odds they don't wanna see you greater |
| Eat you alive like a lion or a 'gator |
| Momma's crying cause the police shot they babies |
| They crooked the motherland they done took it (Crooked) |
| They take us and lock us up and throw the buckle (Take us) |
| Started rapping then I shook it (Shook it) |
| I hate the fame everybody keep on looking (Fame) |
| We done sold out Brooklyn (Sold out) |
| Man I miss my Grandma cookin' (Grandma) |
| Treat me like a don 'cause I'm gifted (Like a don) |
| I'm a run the money up gotta go and get it (Hey) |
| I'm a maniac go crazy for the cash (Hey, crazy) |
| Green Lamborghini, paper tags (Skrrt) |
| Ridin' through the city, thirty mags (Brrt, bow) |
| Niggas snitchin', they the police with no badge (Woo, woo, woo) |
| How I grew up, my momma with my dad (Momma, huh) |
| So when I blew up I put her in a pad (Mansion) |
| I like to throw up when I think about the crash (Ugh, ugh) |
| Not playin', when I hit the tree I smell the gas (Hey, hey) |
| Lookin' at the sky, think about my past (Sky) |
| When I used to kick a door, shoot you for the cash (Boot, boot, boot) |
| Everybody hit the floor 'fore you make me mad (Floor) |
| Yo, I had a nigga soul livin' too fast |
| Prayin' to the Lord, my soul to keep (Keep) |
| Controllin' me (Me), take a hold of me (Hold) |
| Bitches ain't shit, got exposed by E ('Sposed) |
| So naive, cold in the streets (Streets) |