RedruM

Lyrics

[Intro] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yo Yeah, yo, yeah, yeah, yeah 17 More Minutes nigga Yeah, yeah, yeah [Verse] It's Clark Bent behind the dark tint I'm in the streets just like the park bench Chain smoke cigar ends, there ain't no cigars left My weed loud just like a bitch out the piece They wanna blow me while I'm counting my cheese, Jesus [?], snitch don't [?] I see no honor in this thieving shit Probably why I don't trust with niggas If you ask me how I'm feeling then it's fuck you niggas Look here, copped that ducy off a jackpot Hoe had the blow in nose, Pinocchio Plugs got hit with the okie doe Started barking, had these niggas dancing, hokey pokey Holy smokes he really burnt, Cobain, no chain Get at Shabba for his gold rings, I need them blunts too Pocket full of dead crackers, living ass backwards Tryna front for who, rap so my mama living comfortable But who the fuck is you to judge me, my white cup is muddy I'm bloody, hoes wanna fuck me Doing all these drugs you think I must be Off my fucking bike right, light it up V'Don made the beat and he put a scripture on it This the type of shit you snatch up out your speakers Load that pipe and beam up the scotty, illuminati Got my mind, soul, and my body trapped or am I just smacked Don't give me dap when you see me wearing trends And don't hit my fucking line if you ain't talking 'bout no ends Is how I'm feeling, wheeling and dealing, stealing and killing Tryna make a motherfucking million, cause if you ain't know [Hook: Da$H & Marz Lovejoy] Said yo bitch only chill if she's fucking the team If it's drama my nigga we bringing them thangs Baa, baa, baa, baa, baa, baa, baa Murder scene, murder scene Murder scene, murder scene Murder scene, murder scene