Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Red Rum, artist - Soldier Kidd. Album song Killerz and Loverz, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 03.06.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Tunecore
Song language: English
Red Rum |
| Yeah yeah yeah |
| Man I swear, c’mon, c’mon', c’mon |
| I’m talkin' 'bout killers and lovers, you feel me? |
| Triple-X done got here, gang |
| Gang, gang, gang gang gang |
| Gang, gang, gang gang gang |
| Gang, gang, gang gang gang |
| Gang, gang, gang, uh |
| They just hit me with a murder I ain’t even know about |
| Tryna tell me stay quiet but this ain’t your mouth |
| VV’s all up in my tuwop, lookin' like a crown |
| I’m that youngin who gon' drop from the down south |
| Free my youngins, we the youngins, do that shit without the clout |
| I ain’t stuntin', I ain’t frontin', run up on me, man down |
| I got youngins, I got youngins right now laid up in the ground |
| Ain’t no disrespect for nothin', you know all these niggas wild |
| You be sayin' that you love me, still don’t think that you my wife |
| I be gettin' to this money, niggas know I had to grind |
| If they take everything from me, they gon' leave me with my pride |
| If they take my brother from me then a nigga gotta die |
| Triple-X, ain’t no I, I got exes askin' why |
| If I’m lyin' then I’m flyin', Bob Marley in the sky |
| C’mon, I’m the sunrise, c’mon, I got nine lives |
| I be up packed in your live, I done repacked up them nines |
| Ayy red rum, that be murder 'em |
| And you know I brought my fire to the funeral |
| Poppin' percs with the guys like they minerals |
| Nah I’m serious, most these niggas ridiculous, c’mon, c’mon |
| Red rum, that be murder 'em |
| And you know I brought my fire to the funeral |
| Poppin' percs with the guys like they minerals |
| Nah I’m serious, most these niggas ridiculous |
| All this money on Lil Soldier got her curious |
| Yeah I know you furious 'cause I talk delirious |
| All I know is get it up, make a nigga give it up |
| Soldier got the pistol tucked, with lil Benos in the cut |
| Crackers tryna cut a deal, tell 'em I need big bucks |
| I could go right back to jackin' but a nigga out here rappin' |
| And you know I’m still ratchet, came up in here with my ratchet |
| And I know you got a tool but tell me who gon' really clap it |
| I just popped up like it’s magic, I need Oscars, I need Grammys |
| I just drop that real for your ear, go and tell your mammy |
| You know that Lil Soldier daddy, 100 Bands forever lastin' |
| Put that on the gang, they gon' pull up, bro we never lackin' |
| Ayy red rum, that be murder 'em |
| And you know I brought my fire to the funeral |
| Poppin' percs with the guys like they minerals |
| Nah I’m serious, most these niggas ridiculous, c’mon, c’mon |
| Red rum, that be murder 'em |
| And you know I brought my fire to the funeral |
| Poppin' percs with the guys like they minerals |
| Nah I’m serious, most these niggas ridiculous |