Released: December 18, 2020
Songwriter: SpotEmGottem RealRichMoney Mike Made
Producer: RealRichMoney Mike Made
[Intro]
Haha
(RealRichMoney chasing that bag)
Nigga, uh, haha
(Alright, alright I got something for you)
Nigga, uh, nigga, uh, haha
[Chorus]
Red-red-red rum, sippin' murder in this bitch (Free murder in this bitch)
I-I bet my glick match with my outfit (With my outfit)
I'm too cool, calm, collect for a bitch
Get the throat, don't want the sex (I don't even need the sex bitch), kick the bitch out quick, haha
AR, no coolin' kit
Beamer done flipped the whole car from a distance (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
I don't want that bitch, she got a sickness (Ugh)
You a bad lil' bitch, but I think she a sick bitch (Ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh)
[Verse]
I ain't been hit up no opps since they don't miss shit (Damn)
Ask me why my jaw lockin', why I look like this? (Why you look like that?)
Today, ain't had the motherfuckin' yerkies
So I just popped a bean, couldn't get the 10 or the 30s
Popped out, hit him with 9, Draco eat his spine
Don't shoot below the waist, walk down, leave him identified (Leave him identified)
With a Carbine 9, a two-three, I get jiggy
All we had was a forty, and bro, he had a fifty (And bro, he had a fifty)
A 19 with a green beam, you don't hear me?
Close range, knock off his top for them benjis
He tall and skinny, I know the 7.62 gon' rip him
Niggas ain't gon' learn, we been paralyzin' bitches (We been paralyzin' bitches)
Hear that uh, then pop, his top missin' (His top gone)
This a four-fifth, this a Glock, bitch, you trippin' (Bitch, you trippin')
Bitch want Alexander McQueen, but can't be my queen (But you can't be my queen)
Robbed the plug while I was rockin' some Robin jeans
[Chorus]
Red rum, sippin' murder in this bitch (Free murder in this bitch)
I bet my glick match with my outfit (With my outfit)
I'm too cool, calm, collect for a bitch
Get the throat, don't want the sex (I don't even need the sex bitch), kick the bitch out quick, haha
AR, no coolin' kit
Beamer done flipped the whole car from a distance (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
I don't want that bitch, she got a sickness (Ugh)
You a bad lil' bitch, but I think she a sick bitch (Ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh)
Haha
(RealRichMoney chasing that bag)
Nigga, uh, haha
(Alright, alright I got something for you)
Nigga, uh, nigga, uh, haha
[Chorus]
Red-red-red rum, sippin' murder in this bitch (Free murder in this bitch)
I-I bet my glick match with my outfit (With my outfit)
I'm too cool, calm, collect for a bitch
Get the throat, don't want the sex (I don't even need the sex bitch), kick the bitch out quick, haha
AR, no coolin' kit
Beamer done flipped the whole car from a distance (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
I don't want that bitch, she got a sickness (Ugh)
You a bad lil' bitch, but I think she a sick bitch (Ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh)
[Verse]
I ain't been hit up no opps since they don't miss shit (Damn)
Ask me why my jaw lockin', why I look like this? (Why you look like that?)
Today, ain't had the motherfuckin' yerkies
So I just popped a bean, couldn't get the 10 or the 30s
Popped out, hit him with 9, Draco eat his spine
Don't shoot below the waist, walk down, leave him identified (Leave him identified)
With a Carbine 9, a two-three, I get jiggy
All we had was a forty, and bro, he had a fifty (And bro, he had a fifty)
A 19 with a green beam, you don't hear me?
Close range, knock off his top for them benjis
He tall and skinny, I know the 7.62 gon' rip him
Niggas ain't gon' learn, we been paralyzin' bitches (We been paralyzin' bitches)
Hear that uh, then pop, his top missin' (His top gone)
This a four-fifth, this a Glock, bitch, you trippin' (Bitch, you trippin')
Bitch want Alexander McQueen, but can't be my queen (But you can't be my queen)
Robbed the plug while I was rockin' some Robin jeans
[Chorus]
Red rum, sippin' murder in this bitch (Free murder in this bitch)
I bet my glick match with my outfit (With my outfit)
I'm too cool, calm, collect for a bitch
Get the throat, don't want the sex (I don't even need the sex bitch), kick the bitch out quick, haha
AR, no coolin' kit
Beamer done flipped the whole car from a distance (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
I don't want that bitch, she got a sickness (Ugh)
You a bad lil' bitch, but I think she a sick bitch (Ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh)