Letra de Red Rum - Danny Towers

(Feat. DJ Scheme, Robb Bank$)

Negotiations breaking down

See those leaders start to frown

It's sword and gun day

Tomorrow never comes until it's too late

(Ayy, Scheme, you killed it)

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Mm, mm, mm

If they don't let me and my dawgs in, I'm finna stretch somethin'

Daywalker shit, all I see is redrum

She just popped another Percocet, she tryna neck somethin'

Took a shit on every nigga tried to flex on me

If they don't let me and my dawgs in, I'm finna stretch somethin'

Daywalker shit, all I see is redrum

She just popped another Percocet, she tryna neck somethin'

Took a shit on every nigga tried to flex on me

Say you got them choppers, nigga, what they hittin' for?

If you ain't on no Molly, nigga, then what you stickin' for?

Smokin' on Biscotti, nigga, while I get Dimmadome

Brand-new titties on that chopper, ain't no silicone

Right hook, beat the pot, left hook

Ran through another brick, I think I'm Westbrook

Baking soda, re-rock, fish hook

I had to take another route than what the rest took

They tellin' me I had a plus-one, I brought the gang with me

Hundred for that quarter, baby, I ain't got no change with me

If I tell 'em, "Blitz up," they gon' bring that stain to me

I'm in that bitch, blick tucked, fuck is niggas sayin' to me?

If they don't let me and my dawgs in, I'm finna stretch somethin'

Daywalker shit, all I see is redrum

She just popped another Percocet, she tryna neck somethin'

Took a shit on every nigga tried to flex on me

If they don't let me and my dawgs in, I'm finna stretch somethin'

Daywalker shit, all I see is redrum

She just popped another Percocet, she tryna neck somethin'

Took a shit on every nigga tried to flex on me

Need a Cinderella in this Panamera pumpkin

Pussy tried to go big and got his growth stunted

We hit up they function 'til somethin' stop functionin'

And yes, I fucked your BM, since you got all them assumptions

Fuck nigga, I hit your BM bare, but I ain't no teddy, fuck nigga

Yeah, that Cullinan out the window, I'm 'bout hunchin' and pullin' triggers

Stood on all ten toes, pussy, knowin' how it go

Js on my feet, Magnums on my meat, thug to the bone

I like how your bitch look, depending how shefacin'

Ayy, bag on that head 'cause, ho, who you think you facin'?

Bitch, hop up out that water, slaughter your daughter like I'm Jason

Got up with my opps and brung my stick 'cause I'm not the one to play with, pussy

Negotiations breaking down

See those leaders start to frown

It's sword and gun day

Tomorrow never comes until it's too late

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