Red Dead

Lyrics

[Intro: Yung Bans & Future] 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 [Chorus: Yung Bans & Future] 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 [Verse 1: Yung Bans & Future] 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... [Chorus: Yung Bans & Future] 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 [Verse 2: Slim Santana] 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) [Chorus: Yung Bans & Future] 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