Gudda Gudda - Red Rum lyrics

rate me

All red gt, dipping in that turning lane,

Red rum gudda bitch, I come here to murder lames

Ymcb, call that shit the murder game

The booth is like a coffin, when I get in here I murder thangs

I’m on one, where them hoes at

They want a picture with me, call me Kodak

Johhny cope nigga, I let them hole that

Real nigga though, but you already know that

Lego, I’m on the paper chase and I ain’t stopping for a second

I was starving then I ate and now I’m back here for my seconds

I am living out my dreams, chilling with your queen

And her legs and her thighs is where I’m tryina get between

Man I’m tryina get in loose, patron mixed with the juice

Louisiana mood nigga coming straight from out the booth

And I’m spitting on you bitches like I got a missing tooth

David Copperfield roof, hit the button nigga poof

I’m on fire, I’m on fire, pistol singing like the choir

Get your girl in my bed, make her hit high notes like Mariah

Man my cup is still muddy, dirty sprite I love it

Hit the party, spike the punch man I be thugging it in public

I’m a wild boy, strapped like a cowboy

2 revolvers in the holster, click pow boy

Fuck next nigga, I got 9 boy, dope flow, have some coke and a smile boy

Red rum nigga, red rum

I’m coming murda shit, bitch here I come

Red rum nigga, red rum

I say I’m coming murda shit, bitch here I come

Believe me when I tell you boy, ain’t a soul stopping mine

It’s mob but best believe, we throwing up them dollar signs

Stop a slime, I make my young niggas turn shit to collabine

Trench coat, yappers underneath forget you blocking line

We popping 5 I’m on it, just stroll on my opponents

Put a hole in the middle where your head is and call that a donut

Young and reckless talking reckless, you don’t respect it then you check it

Scope on your …you check me I don’t check it

50 grand up in this duffle, I don’t need to double check it

Shit I got it from the bird man you might find something extra

Ymcb for bindess, god is my witness

I’m the sickest nigga spitting, the flow is nasty like syphilis

I’m a …big gifted, you niggas is on my shit list

5 thous to the shooter, now niggas is on my hit list

Stacking dollar after dollar, boy that’s how the …come

Murda 1, click clack, boy we call that red rum

Red rum nigga, red rum

I’m coming murda shit, bitch here I come

Red rum nigga, red rum

I say I’m coming murda shit, bitch here I come.