RedRum

[Intro]
Eek!

[Chorus]
I want red rubber bands on these hunnids, so they know bout the shit
Seen I'm rich the way I'm rolling, homie, nah, I ain't crip
Follow command? Lil' nigga, nah, boy I ain't nobody's bitch
Up it on who? How you a hitta with a no-body blick?
Said it's out the mud, since I hopped up out the sandbox
Cut the syrup with some juice, and get them bands caught
Blood on my hands, it ain't no BBs in this damn Glock (Eek!)
Come try and rob some shit, I'll split you and your man's thoughts

[Verse]
(It’s a bird! Its a plane!)
Nigga, that's your spirit you try to wack some shit (Bitch! Try to wack some shit)
I gave niggas all and they turned their backs so I’m taxing shit (Yeah! So I'm taxing shit)
You ain’t talking gas, you can miss me with all that rapping shit (With all that rapping shit)
He saying that he “cut”, told him roll on with all that acting shit (Fuck outta here)
I stay to myself, I don’t wanna get out my body (Nah)
I’m a skitzo, my brain tell me to kill you, then that’s a homi’ (Bitch!)
Down play a nigga for pussy, I’ll slap you and snatch your Tommy (Ayy! Bitch)
And stand when you call them folks, tell em “yea, I did it, you got me” (Yeah, I did that shit! Ring!)
You a thug, I’m a gangsta, it’s a difference (It's a difference)
You start the shit, and I’m the one that get it finished (That get it finished)
Niggas wanna beef over clothes and bitches, not money, wasting the time up
I could make a hunnid bands today and get throated in some designer (Bleh! Thot!)
By a black bitch, paint her face, and turn her to a panda (Yuh!)
Smoke this Dutch, put my feet up (Bitch), and thumb through this banner (Pfft beep! Caine!)
When you come through to my place, kick off your shoes, that’s manners (Bitch)
This a Persian rug, cause nigga I’m boujee and you broke but you got yo' hammer (For what?!)

[Chorus]
I want red rubber bands on these hunnids, so they know bout the shit
Seen I'm rich the way I'm rolling, homie, nah, I ain't crip
Follow command? Lil' nigga, nah, boy I ain't nobody's bitch
Up it on who? How you a hitta with a no-body blick?
Said it's out the mud, since I hopped up out the sandbox
Cut the syrup with some juice, and get them bands caught
Blood on my hands, it ain't no BBs in this damn Glock
Come try and rob some shit, I'll split you and your man's thoughts