Redrum Pt. 2 Lyrics

Get off the drugs and diss the dead I kno im dead wrong

I hope his man's meet the same fate I want them both gone

Ain't tryna drink but I want red rum

Up the score banging with my heat like Im wit Old Bron

I'm still tryn make it right

If they cross you cut them off don't let them make it twice

I get so lost up in these songs this how I clear my mind

If they kill me right now tell the truth would you be teary eyed

I done fell in love with these switches like I love the trenches

I know I done fucked a couple sisters them was not my bitches

I treat my Glock like my new bitch I bought them both extensions

Niggas dying over posts so keep me out yo mentions

I done had some dark days

That put me in a dark place

I love my lil bitch love when we link hate when we part ways

Done seen some junkies get high and go sleep right in them hallways

I gotta new gun for my 19th like fuck a party

Let a nigga act too tough in here I put them members on em

Make that nigga block hot everyday like he in California

.308s just ate his lungs up like he got pneumonia

17 trapped my Impala out cuz Ian have a foreign

Raised around all drug dealers

So I started drug dealing

Can't tell me leave the streets until I'm up 100 plus nigga

Taught my bitch to bag up some duty just cause I fuck with her

Be killed or kill it ain't no in between can't be no gun victim

I done seen it all in the trenches

And I got God as my witness

Ain't see the paperwork then you can't

say bra out here snitching

Boy put that paper first yk that bag come with the bitches

My junkie late for work he had to see me first he was itching

Get off the drugs and diss the dead I kno im dead wrong

I hope his man's meet the same fate I want them both gone

Ain't tryna drink but I want red rum

Up the score banging with my heat like Im wit Old Bron