RED ROOM

[Verse]
Yeah, thirty-five points for the headshot, bitch, should've kept the pistol in the bag
Fuck it, got the paper on track, see me, bitch, I’m fitted all black
I burn it if I ever get the plaque, turn ya fucking family to a pack
Put that fucking money in the bag, I kill him just to say the shit and brag
Throw that check in that fire pit, I could buy ya, bitch
I go back just to spin again, get my kill again
Where I'm at, we don't do that shit, we don’t talk a lot
I blow my bag, where's my money, bitch?
Reload all my magazine, I'm back, fuck you thought it was?
I don't know you bitch, I send him up, tell him fuck is up
Suck my fucking dick, I care 'bout cash, want my money back
I don't like to brag but look me up
Get the fuck up off my dick, I tried to give a fuck
It's double my money, like Playboy my money, I don't fuck around with no bitch, yeah
Dirty my thirty, I’m early as fuck, caught me a body as soon as I’m up
I brought a hand grenade into the club, I pull the pin and that shit goin' up
Guns, guns, guns, guns, guns, guns, guns, guns
Even when I get my bag, bitch, got a red dot, shit, no tag, bitch
Look at my bank, I got too rich, I’m in a red room, not no Twitch
Blood money, baby, that's my history, uh
He could pull up at the show, he ain't no kin to me, uh
Fuck 'em all, uh, die slow and we fucking ball
Fuck ’em all, uh, die slow and we fucking ball
Fuck 'em all, uh, die slow and we fucking ball
Fuck 'em all, uh, die slow