Danny Towers & DJ Scheme Ft Robb Bank$ – Redrum Lyrics

Redrum Lyrics by Danny Towers & DJ Scheme Ft Robb Bank$

[Intro: Danny Towers, Brian Farrell & Juice WRLD]
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

[Chorus: Danny Towers]
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
Shе just popped another Percocеt, she tryna neck somethin’
Took a shit on every nigga tried to flex on me

[Verse 1: Danny Towers]
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?

[Chorus: Danny Towers]
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

[Verse 2: Robb Bank$]
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

[Outro: Brian Farrell]
Negotiations breaking down
See those leaders start to frown
It’s sword and gun day
Tomorrow never comes until it’s too late