Yung Bans, Slim Santana - Red Dead lyrics

I think I turned by brother to a junkie
Sippin' on red he rich and he got money
Walk around like a zombie
Young nigga, can't get this sippin' on red

I'm sippin' on red dead
'til I'm on my deathbed (Woo, woo, woo)
Do I pop these meds? yeah
Think I got a drug fetish
(Think I got a drug fetish)
I think I got a drug fetish, yeah
Roxies and I'm on 'em heavy, hey
It ain't nothin' my mama can tell me
(It ain't nothin' my mama can tell me)
She said, "I'ma dig it up, " like oh
Really? Hey (I'm geeked up)
How many milligrams you on
Right now? Like sixty, hey
(Oh)
Percs gon' fill my void when I feel empty

Giddy-up, giddy-up
Nigga run 'round, caught with the nina
Got a heater she suckin' my dick with her
Hand on my heater, yeah, the nina
Pussy wet, hurricane Katrina, Katrina
(I hear voices in my head)
You niggas lil' boys, you niggas got V-Bucks
V-Bucks
Pop me a Perc' and I float, turn to a dreamer
Balenciaga shawty
I don't rock no damn Marina
(This life is crazy, life is crazy)
I think i'm getting nauseous, oh my, mama mia
So high in the sky
Told my shorty I couldn't reach him
(Mama mia) sippin' that lean, I'm sleepin'
Young nigga sip that lean 'til I'm sleepin'
You know I'm sleepin'
Young nigga sip that lean 'til I'm sleepin'
Sleepin', young nigga sip that
Lean 'til I'm sleepin'
I turn to a demon, nigga push up

I'm sippin' on red dead
'til I'm on my deathbed (Woo, woo, woo)
Do I pop these meds? yeah
Think I got a drug fetish
(I'm all the way up)
I think I got a drug fetish, yeah
Roxies and I'm on 'em heavy, hey
(I got habit's, ain't goin' away)
It ain't nothin' my mama can tell me
(I got habit's, ain't goin' away)
She said, "I'ma dig it up, " like oh
Really? Hey how many milligrams you on
Right now? Like sixty, hey
Percs gon' fill my void when I feel empty

I mix that purple with that red
I'm sippin' red dead
Benji shoot at top, not legs
I mix the Perc' with Oxy'
Got me feeling like the prez' (Let's go)
I ain't no emo kid
I ain't gon' act like I'm depressed (Nah)
Balenciaga on my drawers, nigga, I'm a mess
Don't come 'round me recording
I'ma think that you the feds (On God)
Thirteen hundred for the pint, yeah
Expensive meds
When I was hittin' stains, I was up
Couldn't get no rest (For sure)
All this pain inside me
Got me feelin' like Derez
1OF1 the gang, yeah
We different from the rest
Gotta watch your move, it
Ain't checkers, yeah, it's chess
Free my brother Trap
I know you bangin' on the set (Set, set)

I'm sippin' on red dead
'til I'm on my deathbed (Woo, woo, woo)
Do I pop these meds? yeah
Think I got a drug fetish
I think I got a drug fetish, yeah
Roxies and I'm on 'em heavy, hey
It ain't nothin' my mama can tell me, hey
She said, "I'ma dig it up, " like oh
Really? Hey how many milligrams you on
Right now? Like sixty, hey
Percs gon' fill my void when I feel empty