Red Room

Yeah, 35 points for the headshot, bitch Shoulda kept the pistol in the bag Fuck it, got the paper on track See me, bitch, I'm fitted all black I burn it if I ever get the plaque Turn ya fucking family to a pack Put that fucking money in the bag I kill him just to say the shit and brag Throw that check in that fire pit I could buy ya bitch I go back just to spin again Get my kill again Where I'm at, we don't do that shit We don't talk a lot I blow my bag, where's my money, bitch? Reload all my magazine, I'm back Fuck you thought it was? I don't know you bitch, I send him up Tell him fuck is up Suck my fucking dick, I care 'bout cash Want my money back I don't like to brag but look me up Get the fuck-up off my dick, I tried to give a fuck, it's Double my money, like Playboy my money I don't fuck around with no bitch, yeah Dirty my 30, I'm early as fuck, caught me a body as soon as I'm up I brought a hand grenade into the club I pull the pin and that shit going up Guns, guns, guns, guns, guns, guns, guns, guns Even when I get my bag, bitch Got a red dot, shit, no tag, bitch Look at my bank, I got too rich I'm in a red room, not no Twitch Blood money, baby, that's my history, uh He could pull up at the show, he ain't no kin to me, uh Fuck 'em all, uh, die slow and we fucking ball Fuck 'em all, uh, die slow and we fucking ball Fuck 'em all, uh, die slow and we fucking ball Fuck 'em all, uh, die slow