Redrum Lyrics

Murder's in my dream, I can barely sleep, ah yeah

Wake up out my sleep, cold sweat I barely think

I barely dream about your life inside my head, ah yeah

I'm tryna spin, tryna spin, demons in my head

Wake up out my sleep, I'm seein' murder, we got big ass lead

Shoot this shit, you hear some shit, she ain't heard of

I gotta keep a gun up on my side, don't know when I'll die

My bitch, she said she love me, but I really feelin' low as fire

Gun smoke, gun powder, red room, done daughter

He say he a demon, let's see who slide, it's somethin' she ain't proud of

Gunpowder in my fingernail, we slide tryna blow your head

Two shots leave a nigga dead, I caught his ass, they cut his head

Shutters on my side, y'all, you play then you die, y'all

Take the streets with my time, how the fuck did I survive

Bitch, I'm a grinder, bitch, I grind hard, made three albums in three nights

Bitch, I'm a shiner, I'ma shine bright and light up the whole place

Ayy, shawty, what the hell is you doin'? Hell nah, you can't sleep at my place

Runnin' round, bitch, I'm catchin' a case, tryna take off, shh, what's her name, Faith

These niggas don't know me around my city, cause I got a dirty face

Oh, is it maybe cause I sold them dirty bones and drove back to the A

Shh, be quiet, I heard them niggas outside

Be quiet, I heard them niggas don't slide

Shh, I heard them niggas don't slide, I heard them niggas be outside

Why the fuck he ain't goddamn slide, uh

I'm paulin' dead, my paulin' dead, yeah, that's 10 for 10

They caught him in the alley, now that bitch can't shut his ass

Bitch, I been on some other shit, bitch, I'm in my bed

These niggas on that same shit, I'm busy makin' cash

They mad that you said I fucked your hoe, I put dick all down the throat

Ooh, baby, I'm on my throat, that shit fire, she's a liar

She said she didn't pull down my pants, I made that bitch sound like a choir

While I was doin' those money dimes, huh

This old bitch, I been fuckin' when she stared down her ass

Why the fuck you tellin' all these folks I couldn't handle it, beggin' me to smash

Now, if I told them folks I was your cousin, you'd be even mad

And after the fact, you still try to fuck me

That shit, that really sad, let's get to the bag, huh

Run this shit up, it's out of my pocket

These racks too big, can't fit in the wallet

Try not to overdraft when I make a deposit

But I'm really poppin', watch how I pop it

These niggas broke in their ass and they fly

They know I want that Cartel

Bitch, you know I love the Cartel

I wanna fuck Col-A so bad, but I don't even go to parties

I wanna roll this wood right now, bitch, I feel like Bob Marley

She said she wanna hop on a dick, come and ride just like a Harley

She said that she want a BBL, I won't turn you to a Barbie

Oh, oh, oh, oh, yeah, oh, oh, oh, yeah, oh, oh

Schlange, right