Lyrics Soldier Kidd – Red Rum

Yeah yeah yeah
Man I swear, c’mon, c’mon’, c’mon
I’m talkin’ ’bout killers and lovers, you feel me?
Triple-X done got here, gang

They just hit me with a murder I ain’t even know about
Tryna tell me stay quiet but this ain’t your mouth
VV’s all up in my tuwop, lookin’ like a crown
I’m that youngin who gon’ drop from the down south
Free my youngins, we the youngins, do that shit without the clout
I ain’t stuntin’, I ain’t frontin’, run up on me, man down
I got youngins, I got youngins right now laid up in the ground
Ain’t no disrespect for nothin’, you know all these niggas wild
You be sayin’ that you love me, still don’t think that you my wife
I be gettin’ to this money, niggas know I had to grind
If they take everything from me, they gon’ leave me with my pride
If they take my brother from me then a nigga gotta die
Triple-X, ain’t no I, I got exes askin’ why
If I’m lyin’ then I’m flyin’, Bob Marley in the sky
C’mon, I’m the sunrise, c’mon, I got nine lives
I be up packed in your live, I done repacked up them nines

Ayy red rum, that be murder ’em
And you know I brought my fire to the funeral
Poppin’ percs with the guys like they minerals
Nah I’m serious, most these niggas ridiculous, c’mon, c’mon
Red rum, that be murder ’em
And you know I brought my fire to the funeral

All this money on Lil Soldier got her curious
Yeah I know you furious ’cause I talk delirious
All I know is get it up, make a nigga give it up
Soldier got the pistol tucked, with Lil Binos in the cut
Crackers tryna cut a deal, tell ’em I need big bucks
I could go right back to jackin’ but a nigga out here rappin’
And you know I’m still ratchet, came up in here with my ratchet
And I know you got a tool but tell me who gon’ really clap it
I just popped up like it’s magic, I need Oscars, I need Grammys
I just drop that real for your ear, go and tell your mammy
You know that Lil Soldier daddy, 100 Bands forever lastin’
Put that on the gang, they gon’ pull up, bro we never lackin’

Ayy red rum, that be murder ’em
And you know I brought my fire to the funeral
Poppin’ percs with the guys like they minerals
Nah I’m serious, most these niggas ridiculous, c’mon, c’mon
Red rum, that be murder ’em
And you know I brought my fire to the funeral
Poppin’ percs with the guys like they minerals
Nah I’m serious, most these niggas ridiculous