Текст Yung Bans – RED DEAD

Yung Bans (Future):
(I think I turned by brother to a junkie)
Sippin’ on red
(He rich and he got money)

I’m sippin’ on red dead, ’til I’m on my deathbed
Do I pop these meds? Yeah
Think I got a drug fetish (Think I got a drug fetish)
I think I got a drug fetish, yeah
Roxy, then I’m on ’em heavy
It ain’t nothin’ my mama can tell me (It ain’t nothin’ my mama can tell me)
She said, «Lil’ nigga don’t block out, really» (I’m geeked up)
How many milligrams you on right now? Like 60
Percs gon’ fill my void when I feel empty

Giddy-up, giddy-up
Nigga run ’round, caught with the nina, got a heater
She suckin’ my dick with her hand on my heater (Yeah), nina
Pussy wet, hurricane Katrina, Katrina (I hear voices in my head)
You niggas lil’ boys, you niggas got V-Bucks, V-Bucks
Pop me a Perc’ and I float, turn to a dreamer
Balenciaga shawty, I don’t rock no damn Marina (This life is crazy, crazy)
I think I’m getting nauseous, oh my, mama mia
So high in the sky, told my shorty I couldn’t reach him (Mama mia)
Sippin’ that lean, I’m sleepin’
Young nigga sip that lean ’til I’m sleepin’
You know I’m sleepin’
Young nigga sip that lean ’til I’m sleepin’
Sleepin’, young nigga sip that lean ’til I’m sleepin’

I’m sippin’ on red dead, ’til I’m on my deathbed
Do I pop these meds? Yeah
Think I got a drug fetish (I’m all the way up)
I think I got a drug fetish, yeah
Roxy, then I’m on ’em heavy (I got habits, ain’t goin’ away)
It ain’t nothin’ my mama can tell me (I got habits, ain’t goin’ away)
She said, «Lil’ nigga don’t block out, really»
How many milligrams you on right now? Like 60
Percs gon’ fill my void when I feel empty

Slim Santana:
I mix that purple with that red, I’m sippin’ red dead
Benji shoe, the type not laced
I mix the perc’ with Oxy’, got me feeling like the prez’ (Let’s go)
I ain’t no emo kid, I ain’t gon’ act like I’m depressed
Balenciaga on my drawers, nigga I’m a mess
Don’t come ’round me recording, I’ma think that you the feds
Thirteen hundred for the pint, yeah, expensive meds
When I was hittin’ stains, I was up, couldn’t get no rest
All this pain inside me, got me feelin’ like Derez
1OF1 the gang, yeah, we different from the rest
Gotta watch your move, it ain’t checkers, yeah, it’s chess
Free my brother Trap, I know you bangin’ on the set (Set, set)

Yung Bans & Future:
I’m sippin’ on red dead, ’til I’m on my deathbed
Do I pop these meds? Yeah
Think I got a drug fetish
I think I got a drug fetish, yeah
Roxy, then I’m on ’em heavy
It ain’t nothin’ my mama can tell me
She said, «Lil’ nigga don’t block out, really»
How many milligrams you on right now? Like 60
Percs gon’ fill my void when I feel empty