YoungBoy Never Broke Again - Red Rum lyrics

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[Intro] This for all them 38 babies out the North you hear me? Look, gang [Hook/Chorus] This that red rum s--t, f--k how you come s--t Better keep your gun b---h, f--k where you from b---h Play and you get stunk b---h, we on that dumb s--t And f--k Donald Trump b---h, that NBA s--t Hoes I don't play with, I hate all that fake s--t Stunting on my ex b---h, I know she can't stand it Burner on my waist b---h, I be on that bang s--t F--k up out my face b---h, I be on that gang s--t Get shot in your face b---h, reaching for my chain b---h Made it out them chains b---h, I'll never change b---h Still keep that thing b---h, catch me tryna drill some s--t Still with my same clique, and no you can't hang b---h [Verse 1] I go by YoungBoy, what it is? Pull up, me and twin, and you know we full of pills Pa** that a-s ho, mane get the f--k up out my grill F--k your old mane, he gon' get hit with the steel These n----s some hoes, man they don't want no smoke 38 baby, I ain't slipping, b---h 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 F--k the laws, up in public, got that thang on me If he play you better k** him, heard that from my mama If a n---a touch me, it's gon' be a problem Hit you with that llama, b---h you know I keep that chopper [Hook/Chorus] This that red rum s--t, f--k how you come s--t Better keep your gun b---h, f--k where you from b---h Play and you get stunk b---h, we on that dumb s--t And f--k Donald Trump b---h, that NBA s--t Hoes I don't play with, I hate all that fake s--t Stunting on my ex b---h, I know she can't stand it Burner on my waist b---h, I be on that bang s--t F--k up out my face b---h, I be on that gang s--t Get shot in your face b---h, reaching for my chain b---h Made it out them chains b---h, I'll never change b---h Still keep that thing b---h, catch me tryna drill some s--t Still with my same clique, and no you can't hang b---h [Verse 2] 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 showing off that gun but he ain't gon' use it You know all my n----s ruthless, you know that we quick to shoot it B---h hold up, you need to put some (?) on your toes I'm tryna get my son some head while he one years old B---h I'm out the North and half my n----s throwing up them fours Soldier really pimping, catch you cuffing, 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 trapping, what you need, they don't never close B---h I'm from the streets, I'm 'bout that drama, I'll never fold I just raised the murder rate up in my city b---h F--k the race, I ain't in no competition b---h F--k the media, in real life we really zipping s--t You know we don't spare nobody, shoot you in your s--t [Hook/Chorus] This that red rum s--t, f--k how you come s--t Better keep your gun b---h, f--k where you from b---h Play and you get stunk b---h, we on that dumb s--t And f--k Donald Trump b---h, that NBA s--t Hoes I don't play with, I hate all that fake s--t Stunting on my ex b---h, I know she can't stand it Burner on my waist b---h, I be on that bang s--t F--k up out my face b---h, I be on that gang s--t Get shot in your face b---h, reaching for my chain b---h Made it out them chains b---h, I'll never change b---h Still keep that thing b---h, catch me tryna drill some s--t Still with my same clique, and no you can't hang b---h

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