The Classifieds - Redrum (feat. Trip C)

Nigga I'm leaning
Fiending
Niggas got me dreaming
Yeah
Yeah
Got me moving in slow motion
Got coke up her nose and
I know that some of these hoes hoping
That one of em could fuck
But I don't trust me a soul
Reason I sleep with my eyes open
Misty come hit me you'll be my Suspiria
Think you're using me
Reality I'm paying off a usage fee
I'll return you to the streets
Brasco how'd you do the beat
Fuck with me, I'm preordering tickets to your eulogy
Kneeling at your casket, your ghost asking what'd you do to me
Genocidal tendencies
Only reason why I'm holding back is cause reception in a cell is from the seventies
My outlook is ebony
Darker than a second me
Shove her up with Plan B till she ralphing up a pregnancy
Hands is on the 10 and 2
Bitch I spent like 10 to 3
Bands on the coupe
I'm just playing, I need 2
Extra seats in the back for my niggas that's gon shoot
I got gambler in my roots
All or nothing when I move
Man they actin' kinda sus
Throw em on that short bus
I got bitches in the back
And they on that angel dust
They say they blast for us
That shit so blasphemous
Outside a gang of us
We keep them beams equip
And mirror the redrum
We mirror the red
Speaking of ghosts
Couple of years ago
Trip C overdosed
I ain't been the same
I ain't got no pulse
Like Omar Mateen
I ain't with the dick riding at all
Did I take it too far
Think I might have
Solely dropping gold bars
Bitch I feel like Midas
Frightened, you in denial
These classified files
Serve as the proof
That we homicidal
We killed all our rivals
Go hit up Brasco and ask em
This beat was dead on arrival
I'm talking off a tip bitch
This big shit popping
Little shit stopping
Balling on these rappers
Being broke is not an option motherfucker
Being broke is not an option
Man they actin' kinda sus
Throw em on that short bus
I got bitches in the back
And they on that angel dust
They say they blast for us
That shit so blasphemous
Outside a gang of us
We keep them beams equip
And mirror the redrum
We mirror the red
Mirror the redrum
Mirror mirror looking back like I'm dumb
Almost forgot where I'm from
Sippi boy stay with the pump
Silly motherfucker get slump
724 with the drum
Unload the drum on a cunt
She want my thumb in her butt
I said lil bitch that's enough
You can just suck on these nuts
I just pulled up in that monster truck or Maserati one
I just sit in stu and scribble shit like Mrs. Torrence son
Think I'm possessed or something
That's a good assumption
Coming with the gumption
All up in your bitches guts
Checking out what she had for lunch
Hawaiian punching me because her blood is gushing
Think I got her blushing
Easter pink
No that's the Tussin
End of discussion
Think we got em scared and scoffing
I got a lady bitch get off me
I'm gonna keep on spitting like crazy
Till they lay me in a coffin motherfucker
Man they actin' kinda sus
Throw em on that short bus
I got bitches in the back
And they on that angel dust
They say they blast for us
That shit so blasphemous
Outside a gang of us
We keep them beams equip
And mirror the redrum
We mirror the redrum
Nigga I'm leaning
Fiending
Niggas got me dreaming

Written by:
Chris Dubois, Zachary McMullen

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