YoungBoy Never Broke Again - Red Rum lyrics

Grrah! Bang! Gang!
Ayy, this for all them 38 babies
Out the North you hear me?
Yeah, make 'em draw the chalk, look
Nigga, this that red rum shit
Keep your gun, bitch 'Fore I slum shit
Fuck 'round and just run with 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 stung, 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 thang, 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, hoe, mane
Get the fuck up out my grill
Fuck your old mane, he gon'
Get hit with the steel, uh
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 mo'
Buy a Fanta from the store, red drink
I pour a fo' 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 stung, 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 thang, bitch
Catch me tryna drill some shit
Still with my same clique, and
No, you can't hang, bitch

This lil hoe tryna finesse me
She think that I'm stupid
I told that hoe 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 hoe
Shoot like Scottie Pippen from the three
Gon' hit you from the road
I just bought a chopper from 3Three
And on the back it fold
All my niggas trappin'
What you need? They don't ever 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 stung, 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 thang, bitch
Catch me tryna drill some shit
Still with my same clique, and
No, you can't hang, bitch