Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Red Dead, artist - Yung Bans. Album song MISUNDERSTOOD, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 23.07.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Foundation
Song language: English
Red Dead |
| I think I turned by brother to a junkie |
| Sippin' on red |
| He rich and he got money |
| Walk around like a zombie |
| Young nigga, can’t get this |
| Sippin' on red |
| I’m sippin' on red dead, 'til I’m on my deathbed (Woo, woo, woo) |
| 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 |
| Roxies and I’m on 'em heavy, hey |
| It ain’t nothin' my mama can tell me (It ain’t nothin' my mama can tell me) |
| She said, «I'ma dig it up,» like oh, really? |
| Hey (I'm geeked up) |
| How many milligrams you on right now? |
| Like sixty, hey (Oh) |
| Percs gon' fill my void when I feel empty |
| Giddy-up, giddy-up |
| Nigga run 'round, caught with the nina, got a heater |
| She suckin' my dick with her hand on my heater, yeah, the 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, |
| life is 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) |
| Sippin' that lean, I’m sleepin' |
| Young nigga sip that lean 'til I’m sleepin' |
| You know I’m sleepin' |
| Young nigga sip that lean 'til I’m sleepin' |
| Sleepin', young nigga sip that lean 'til I’m sleepin' |
| I turn to a demon, nigga push up… |
| I’m sippin' on red dead, 'til I’m on my deathbed (Woo, woo, woo) |
| 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 |
| Roxies and I’m on 'em heavy, hey (I got habits, ain’t goin' away) |
| It ain’t nothin' my mama can tell me (I got habits, ain’t goin' away) |
| She said, «I'ma dig it up,» like oh, really? |
| Hey |
| How many milligrams you on right now? |
| Like sixty, hey |
| Percs gon' fill my void when I feel empty |
| I mix that purple with that red, I’m sippin' red dead |
| Benji shoot at top, not legs |
| 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 (Nah) |
| Balenciaga on my drawers, nigga, I’m a mess |
| Don’t come 'round me recording, I’ma think that you the feds (On God) |
| Thirteen hundred for the pint, yeah, expensive meds |
| When I was hittin' stains, I was up, couldn’t get no rest (For sure) |
| All this pain inside me, got me feelin' 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 bangin' on the set (Set, set) |
| I’m sippin' on red dead, 'til I’m on my deathbed (Woo, woo, woo) |
| Do I pop these meds? |
| Yeah |
| Think I got a drug fetish |
| I think I got a drug fetish, yeah |
| Roxies and I’m on 'em heavy, hey |
| It ain’t nothin' my mama can tell me, hey |
| She said, «I'ma dig it up,» like oh, really? |
| Hey |
| How many milligrams you on right now? |
| Like sixty, hey |
| Percs gon' fill my void when I feel empty |