Soulja Boy — Red Rum

[Verse] These niggas be pussy I'm smoking on cookie Pull down your block with that chopper I got a hundred fifty shooters and they with me Flour the fish and I'm whippin' up with it Pussy niggas say they want me, tell them to come get me Don't count up money, I literally get it I skrrt through the city, extended the Glizzy That 30, that automatic, backwards semi Ooh, Stacks on Deck, murder This right here Red Rum, I called this shit murder Who him cause I ain't never heard of him Hop in a orange McLaren, watch You Drako skrrt [?] and bullets, I'm feeling like Percy Hop out the whip, I'm doing them dirty Pull up and shoot, like Kyrie Iriving I don't give a fuck about the cash I see your bank account, and I laugh Add it up, pussy nigga do the math Hundred K for a show, God damn I'm getting money for real I was rich way before the deal Pop a nigga like a pill Young Drako, nigga I'm worth 30 mil It's Zone 1 [?], my nigga we having it They tried to hit me with the RICO in traffic, and Young Drako drip, I don't dress off a mannequin Shoot with the Draco, it came from Afghanistan Your bitch, she suck on my dick, she my biggest fan I got fishes, see the pack in the mufuckin' minivan Put that stick on your partner then we killin' him Young Drako numb to this fuck shit, nigga I feelin' him Young Drako gettin' cash, money, and dividends Rich Gang, young nigga, I been the man Pyrex pot whip my 360 like [?] [?] in my mansion, need a helicopter man Slide back on your block with that chopper Yeah I'm sippin' on lean like I came from the doctor man My chopper start singin' like it's in a Oprah man My diamonds be wetter than mufuckin' Aquaman Pull up on the block with a Draco, it choppin' him Drako not a door, so nigga stop knockin' him Reach for my chain then you know that I'm poppin' him I jump in the McLaren, ain't a thing stoppin' him Walk in that trap house, them bricks, I'm coppin' them Come to the Soulja Mansion and go take a swim I remember Dill Avenue, gettin' it in Ran from police with Tonio, my best friend Extended Glizzy, 30, and a FNN Hit him with Draco, he won't see again Jump in Bugatti, I'm gone in the wind Cop me a Rollie and whip up my bitch a new Benz She don't let me hit, then I'm fuckin' her friends I'm pouring up juice and I'm pouring out Gin Diss me in a song, but he won't do that again Up on they block, 360, watch me spin