Текст песни Red Rum - NBA Youngboy
This
for
all
them
38
babies
out
the
North
you
hear
me?
Look,
gang
This
that
red
rum
shit,
fuck
how
you
come
shit
Better
keep
your
gun
bitch,
fuck
where
you
from
bitch
Play
and
you
get
stunk
bitch,
we
on
that
dumb
shit
And
fuck
Donald
Trump
bitch,
that
NBA
shit
Hoes
I
don't
play
with,
I
hate
all
that
fake
shit
Stunting
on
my
ex
bitch,
I
know
she
can't
stand
it
Burner
on
my
waist
bitch,
I
be
on
that
bang
shit
Fuck
up
out
my
face
bitch,
I
be
on
that
gang
shit
Get
shot
in
your
face
bitch,
reaching
for
my
chain
bitch
Made
it
out
them
chains
bitch,
I'll
never
change
bitch
Still
keep
that
thing
bitch,
catch
me
tryna
drill
some
shit
Still
with
my
same
clique,
and
no
you
can't
hang
bitch
I
go
by
YoungBoy,
what
it
is?
Pull
up,
me
and
twin,
and
you
know
we
full
of
pills
Pass
that
ass
ho,
mane
get
the
fuck
up
out
my
grill
Fuck
your
old
mane,
he
gon'
get
hit
with
the
steel
These
niggas
some
hoes,
man
they
don't
want
no
smoke
38
baby,
I
ain't
slippin',
bitch
I
keep
a
pole
Need
a
money
machine,
I
don't
want
to
count
no
more
Five
Fantas
from
the
store,
red
drink
I
pour
some
more
Fuck
the
laws,
up
in
public,
got
that
thang
on
me
If
he
play
you
better
kill
him,
heard
that
from
my
mama
If
a
nigga
touch
me,
it's
gon'
be
a
problem
Hit
you
with
that
llama,
bitch
you
know
I
keep
that
chopper
This
that
red
rum
shit,
fuck
how
you
come
shit
Better
keep
your
gun
bitch,
fuck
where
you
from
bitch
Play
and
you
get
stunk
bitch,
we
on
that
dumb
shit
And
fuck
Donald
Trump
bitch,
that
NBA
shit
Hoes
I
don't
play
with,
I
hate
all
that
fake
shit
Stunting
on
my
ex
bitch,
I
know
she
can't
stand
it
Burner
on
my
waist
bitch,
I
be
on
that
bang
shit
Fuck
up
out
my
face
bitch,
I
be
on
that
gang
shit
Get
shot
in
your
face
bitch,
reaching
for
my
chain
bitch
Made
it
out
them
chains
bitch,
I'll
never
change
bitch
Still
keep
that
thing
bitch,
catch
me
tryna
drill
some
shit
Still
with
my
same
clique,
and
no
you
can't
hang
bitch
This
lil
ho
tryna
finesse
me,
she
think
that
I'm
stupid
I
told
that
ho
stop
all
that
flexing,
what
up
with
that
coochie
He
keep
showin'
off
that
gun
but
he
ain't
gon'
use
it
You
know
all
my
niggas
ruthless,
you
know
that
we
quick
to
shoot
it
Bitch
hold
up,
you
need
to
put
some
polish
on
your
toes
I'm
tryna
get
my
son
some
head
while
he
one
years
old
Bitch
I'm
out
the
North
and
half
my
niggas
throwin'
up
them
fours
Soldier
really
pimpin',
catch
you
cuffin',
he
gon'
take
your
ho
Shoot
like
Scottie
Pippen
from
the
three,
gon'
hit
you
from
the
road
I
just
bought
a
chopper
from
3-3
and
on
the
back
it
fold
All
my
nigags
trappin',
what
you
need,
they
don't
never
close
Bitch
I'm
from
the
streets,
I'm
'bout
that
drama,
I'll
never
fold
I
just
raised
the
murder
rate
up
in
my
city
bitch
Fuck
the
race,
I
ain't
in
no
competition
bitch
Fuck
the
media,
in
real
life
we
really
zippin'
shit
You
know
we
don't
spare
nobody,
shoot
you
in
your
shit
This
that
red
rum
shit,
fuck
how
you
come
shit
Better
keep
your
gun
bitch,
fuck
where
you
from
bitch
Play
and
you
get
stunk
bitch,
we
on
that
dumb
shit
And
fuck
Donald
Trump
bitch,
that
NBA
shit
Hoes
I
don't
play
with,
I
hate
all
that
fake
shit
Stunting
on
my
ex
bitch,
I
know
she
can't
stand
it
Burner
on
my
waist
bitch,
I
be
on
that
bang
shit
Fuck
up
out
my
face
bitch,
I
be
on
that
gang
shit
Get
shot
in
your
face
bitch,
reaching
for
my
chain
bitch
Made
it
out
them
chains
bitch,
I'll
never
change
bitch
Still
keep
that
thing
bitch,
catch
me
tryna
drill
some
shit
Still
with
my
same
clique,
and
no
you
can't
hang
bitch
1 Red Rum
2 Thug Alibi
3 Pour One
4 War Wit Us
5 Coordination
6 You The One
7 Confidential
8 Better Man
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