Yatta

Redrum
That nigga slidin' through And fuck these bitches too, I need blue faces Don’t be mad your bitch choose me Yeah she blew me, bitch barely even knew me, knew me It was me and bro up in that hoopty Seen a block, spin the block, had to do him Fuck the opps, we just scored, we up today Back to the block to celebrate, bitch, hooray Hah, baby dig my swag, hah, touché Then she gave me top, hah, toupée Hah, ballin' on these niggas, hah, 2K (Swish) No circle, small dot, these niggas two-faced Fuck these bitches too, I need blue faces And the weed I smoke a hundred, bitch, grade A shit My bitch said you wanna fuck me and my mans too So we ran the bitch like some tennis shoes Baby ate the dick with no utensils Shawty had good brain but she skipped school Ayy, money on my mind, my mind Since I lost bro, I been on my mind, my mind Bodies droppin' murder all around, around Red rum, red rum, all around, around Red rum, all around, around Red rum, red rum, all around, around Red rum, all around, around Red rum, red rum, all around, around From Letras Mania