Red Dead - Yung Bans, Slim Santana

I think I turned by brother to a junkie

Sippin' on red

He rich and he got money

Walk around like a zombie

Young nigga, can’t get this

Sippin' on red

I’m sippin' on red dead, 'til I’m on my deathbed (Woo, woo, woo)

Do I pop these meds?

Yeah

Think I got a drug fetish (Think I got a drug fetish)

I think I got a drug fetish, yeah

Roxies and I’m on 'em heavy, hey

It ain’t nothin' my mama can tell me (It ain’t nothin' my mama can tell me)

She said, «I'ma dig it up,» like oh, really?

Hey (I'm geeked up)

How many milligrams you on right now?

Like sixty, hey (Oh)

Percs gon' fill my void when I feel empty

Giddy-up, giddy-up

Nigga run 'round, caught with the nina, got a heater

She suckin' my dick with her hand on my heater, yeah, the nina

Pussy wet, hurricane Katrina, Katrina (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

Balenciaga shawty, I don’t rock no damn Marina (This life is crazy,

life is crazy)

I think i’m getting nauseous, oh my, mama mia

So high in the sky, told my shorty I couldn’t reach him (Mama mia)

Sippin' that lean, I’m sleepin'

Young nigga sip that lean 'til I’m sleepin'

You know I’m sleepin'

Young nigga sip that lean 'til I’m sleepin'

Sleepin', young nigga sip that lean 'til I’m sleepin'

I turn to a demon, nigga push up…

I’m sippin' on red dead, 'til I’m on my deathbed (Woo, woo, woo)

Do I pop these meds?

Yeah

Think I got a drug fetish (I'm all the way up)

I think I got a drug fetish, yeah

Roxies and I’m on 'em heavy, hey (I got habits, ain’t goin' away)

It ain’t nothin' my mama can tell me (I got habits, ain’t goin' away)

She said, «I'ma dig it up,» like oh, really?

Hey

How many milligrams you on right now?

Like sixty, hey

Percs gon' fill my void when I feel empty

I mix that purple with that red, I’m sippin' red dead

Benji shoot at top, not legs

I mix the Perc' with Oxy', got me feeling like the prez' (Let's go)

I ain’t no emo kid, I ain’t gon' act like I’m depressed (Nah)

Balenciaga on my drawers, nigga, I’m a mess

Don’t come 'round me recording, I’ma think that you the feds (On God)

Thirteen hundred for the pint, yeah, expensive meds

When I was hittin' stains, I was up, couldn’t get no rest (For sure)

All this pain inside me, got me feelin' like Derez

1OF1 the gang, yeah, we different from the rest

Gotta watch your move, it ain’t checkers, yeah, it’s chess

Free my brother Trap, I know you bangin' on the set (Set, set)

I’m sippin' on red dead, 'til I’m on my deathbed (Woo, woo, woo)

Do I pop these meds?

Yeah

Think I got a drug fetish

I think I got a drug fetish, yeah

Roxies and I’m on 'em heavy, hey

It ain’t nothin' my mama can tell me, hey

She said, «I'ma dig it up,» like oh, really?

Hey

How many milligrams you on right now?

Like sixty, hey

Percs gon' fill my void when I feel empty