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Yung Bans – RED DEAD Lyrics

[Intro: Yung Bans & Future]
I think I turned by brother to a junkie
Sippin' on red
He rich and he got money
Walk around like a zombie
Sippin' on red

[Chorus: Yung Bans & Future, Both]
I'm sippin' on red dead, til' i'm on my deathbed
Do I pop these meds, yeah, I think i got a drug fetish ([?])
Think I got a drug fetish
I think I got a drug fetish, yeah
[?]
It ain't nothin' my momma can tell me (It ain't nothin' my momma can tell me)
She said "Lil nigga don't [?]"
How many milligrams you on right now, like 60
Percs gon' fill my void when I feel empty

[Verse 1: Yung Bans & Future]
Giddy-up, giddy-up
Nigga run 'round, caught with the nina, got a hitter
She suckin' my dick with her hand on my heater, nina
Pussy wet, hurricane Katrina, Patrina (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 (This life is crazy, [?])
Balenciaga [?], I don't rock no ballerina
I think i'm getting nauseous, oh my, Mamma Mia (Mamma Mia)
So high in the sky [?], I can't reach him
Sippin' that lean, i'm sleepin'
Yeah nigga, sip that lean, so i'm sleepin'
[?], sleepin' (I drink syrup to fuck my [?])
Yeah nigga, sip that lean, so i'm sleepin'
[?], sleepin'
Yeah nigga, sip that lean, so i'm sleepin'
I talk to a demon, nigga push up i'm sleepin' him

[Chorus: Yung Bans]
I'm sippin' on red dead, til' i'm on my deathbed
Do I pop these meds, yeah, I think i got a drug fetish
Think I got a drug fetish
I think I got a drug fetish, yeah
[?]
It ain't nothin' my momma can tell me
She said "Lil nigga don't [?]"
How many milligrams you on right now, like 60
Percs gon' fill my void when I feel empty

[Verse 2: Slim Santana]
I mix that purple with the red, i'm sippin' red dead
[?] shoe, then tie my lace
I mix the purp with oxy', got me feeling like depressed
I ain't no emo kid, I ain't gon' act like i'm depressed
Balenciaga hold my drawers, nigga i'm a mess
Don't come round me recording, i'mma think that you the feds
1300 for the pint, yeah, expensive meds
When I was in [?], I was up, couldn't get no rest
All this pain inside me, got me feelin' like the rest
One on one the gang, yeah, we different from the rest
Gotta watch yo' move, it ain't checkers, yeah, it's chess
Free my brother [?], I know you bangin' on the set

[Chorus: Yung Bans]
I'm sippin' on red dead, til' i'm on my deathbed
Do I pop these meds, yeah, I think i got a drug fetish
Think I got a drug fetish
I think I got a drug fetish, yeah
[?]
It ain't nothin' my momma can tell me
She said "Lil nigga don't [?]"
How many milligrams you on right now, like 60
Percs gon' fill my void when I feel empty
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Songwriters: Vas Coleman, Slim Santana
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