Red Rum ft. Circa 97 Lyrics

Reek OSAMA

Skumbag

Everything skummy everything real

I put this shit on my daughters nigga

Sometimes I don't know what's real

I don't know what's fake I don't know how to feel

You know ?

But hear me out though

You hear them piano keys ?

That shit feel reallll skummyyy

Like methadone

You can feel it in ya bones

This shit grimey as a motherfucka

Sama!

Ayo

I done seen it all in my life time

Late night red rum mixed wit white wine

Nah this hammer ain't for show

I ignite mine

40 cal compact it's the right size

Tell the smokers

That my 50s look bite size

You ain't never sold no coke,

That's a white lie!

Oh you got ya strap on you huh ?

Like wise

Ima either paralyze em or he might die

If he survive then he fought, for his life

But, he ain't never put up a fight

He just fight crimes

Flight time

Runtz rolled up in a paper plane

Spray the flame Im shavin cane

To make the change

I still pray to allah tryna Make a change

But I face major pain

Like I'm Damon wayans

So these percocets in me

Got me sleep wakin

And these zans got me talking

Like I'm retarted

Upgraded to the switchy

Now it keep sparking

When it's beef

I don't really make peace often

I catch em in the streets I release on em

Four four bulldog bark

With no leash on it

Put the peace on em

Then release on em

I catch eem in the streets I release on em

Four four bulldog bark

With no leash on it!