Redrum Pt. 2

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