Red Rum (feat. Yxng Pendejo)

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Gucci Khi

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You can get it way worse
I'm diving head first
Baby open your legs first
All that other shit dead to me
Turn that boy to a dancer
But this shi not a dance-off
Been sipping on red rum
Red rum
Red rum
Red rum
Been sipping on red rum
Red rum
Red rum
Red rum
Been sipping on red rum
Take this shit to the bedroom
I'm here for at least twenty minutes
Free all my dogs out the clinic
If you look at the car yeah it's tinted
How you shoot from the bottom and go to the top
Bae-boy you a star and I meant it
If we catch us a opp we gone flip the whole car and won't give a f*ck if it's rented
Thought it was hot when we dropping the top but look at the drop on the pendant
Them boys don't stop no limit
No roof no top no ceiling
Lil mama just told you she celibate
These niggas so soft and be delicate
They sick need to give them some medicine
He play then we know why he heaven sent
You fine a dime so elegant
You thinking I'm ruler or president
Cause I run with shootas tote heavy shit
Keeping the k with a cooling kit
Back in the day on some cooling shit
Me Fredo and Jay on some cooling shit
Me Shad and Dj on some cooling shit
Don't come around me with the foolishness
Yea
You can get it way worse
I'm diving head first
Baby open your legs first
All that other shit dead to me
Turn that boy to a dancer
But this shi not a dance-off
Been sipping on red rum
Red rum
Red rum
Red rum
Been sipping on red rum
Red rum
Red rum
Red rum
Been sipping on red rum
Sippin' on red rum
Smokin' on dead opps
He should've never been there when the lead pop
We call his dumbass lil piñata
My niggas start cheering when they made his head drop
I got his bitch face down in the V
See she end up viewing for me like a sweatshop
I heard like niggas was speaking on P
But they never gone push me I stay with a gunner
Bitch run down, hop out
Try if you with it
They know that this shit will get worse they don't want it
Stuff two opps in the same hearse, on my mother
These .556's be falling like butter
Green tips in my pants nigga I like the color
The pole got my pants falling down like a plumber
And this ain't no diss but f*ck all the others
They know get sticky for all of my brothers gang
(Get back)
You can get it way worse
Snatch up his man purse
End up in a damn hearse
End up on the damn shirt
All that other shit played to me
I might f*ck on a fan first
I might go buy a lamb first
(Skrrt)
You can get it way worse
I'm diving head first
Baby open your legs first
All that other shit dead to me
Turn that boy to a dancer
But this shi not a dance-off
Been sipping on red rum
Red rum
Red rum
Red rum
Been sipping on red rum
Red rum
Red rum
Red rum
Been sipping on red rum

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