Red Rum (Explicit) - Youngboy Never Broke Again

This for all them 38 babies out the north you hear me

Look gang

This that red rum sh*t f**k how you come sh*t

Better keep your gun b**th f**k where you from b**th

Play and you get stunk b**th we on that dumb sh*t

And f**k donald trump b**th that NBA sh*t

Hoes I don't play with I hate all that fake sh*t

Stunting on my ex b**th I know she can't stand it

Burner on my waist b**th I be on that bang sh*t

F**k up out my face b**th I be on that gang sh*t

Get shot in your face b**th reaching for my chain b**th

Made it out them chains b**th I'll never change b**th

Still keep that thing b**th catch me tryna drill some sh*t

Still with my same clique and no you can't hang b**th

I go by youngboy what it is

Pull up me and twin and you know we full of pills

Pass that a** ho mane get the f**k up out my grill

F**k 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' b**th 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 kill him heard that from my mama

If a ni**a touch me it's gon' be a problem

Hit you with that llama b**th you know I keep that chopper

This that red rum sh*t f**k how you come sh*t

Better keep your gun b**th f**k where you from b**th

Play and you get stunk b**th we on that dumb sh*t

And f**k donald trump b**th that NBA sh*t

Hoes I don't play with I hate all that fake sh*t

Stunting on my ex b**th I know she can't stand it

Burner on my waist b**th I be on that bang sh*t

F**k up out my face b**th I be on that gang sh*t

Get shot in your face b**th reaching for my chain b**th

Made it out them chains b**th I'll never change b**th

Still keep that thing b**th catch me tryna drill some sh*t

Still with my same clique and no you can't hang b**th

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

B**th hold up you need to put some polish on your toes

I'm tryna get my son some head while he one years old

B**th 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 33 and on the back it fold

All my nigags trappin' what you need they don't never close

B**th 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**th

F**k the race I ain't in no competition b**th

F**k the media in real life we really zippin' sh*t

You know we don't spare nobody shoot you in your sh*t

This that red rum sh*t f**k how you come sh*t

Better keep your gun b**th f**k where you from b**th

Play and you get stunk b**th we on that dumb sh*t

And f**k donald trump b**th that NBA sh*t

Hoes I don't play with I hate all that fake sh*t

Stunting on my ex b**th I know she can't stand it

Burner on my waist b**th I be on that bang sh*t

F**k up out my face b**th I be on that gang sh*t

Get shot in your face b**th reaching for my chain b**th

Made it out them chains b**th I'll never change b**th

Still keep that thing b**th catch me tryna drill some sh*t

Still with my same clique and no you can't hang b**th