Gudda Gudda - Red Rum Outro lyrics

Yea, it go Young Money, Young Money, can’t nobody see us I come to bring the noise and the racket like Serena Leaving rappers stranded in the water like FEMA Cuz they WWF, fake John Cenas MCeemer, who got the keys to my Beamer? Give em to my baby mama, let er ride cleaner I don’t call em rap n***as, I call em rap divas Cuz these n***as got legs with a p**y in-between em Son I’m like Phoenix, charm was the meaning of a real k**a with his nuts hangin to the ceiling Holla if you see me, real n***as only If you fake look the other way and walk straight homie I ain’t here to diss, I’m her to dismantle Beats cut them more in, I’ma burn in like a candle Too hot to handle, too cold to hold I’m a stand up n***a, boy I’m too bold to fold I’m a east side n***a, gun under my pillow sponsored links Pistol whip yo head, back and forth like Willow Never been a soft boy, I’m rough like thriller And I’m 10 times worse when I pop a cup of Skittles I’m rollin, rollin, car not stolen Light skinned it n***a but my neck look golden Money I’m countin, haters keep doubtin Rappin at my peak, at the peak of the mountain That mean I’m on top and you’ll never see me floppin When my album drop I bet the fans go and cop it Spittin straight cla**ics, turn the tray to aces Ball hard with the rock and I ain’t never pa**in Down south n***a with a east coast spirit In the booth turn the mic on and I’mma get it loose It’s been a hard road but I’mma get through Hard work pays off, baby I’m the living proof No toilet in the studio, I’m sh**tin in the booth And the raps that I’m writin got me sittin in the coup Young Money Cash Money, name a better crew Bow down to the team, that’s what you bet I’m do I’mma keep goin like the Energizer bunny Like I told you on my first tape, I’m getting to the money And I’m all about the dolla, if you not don’t holler And I got a couple problems but the money will solve it I’m a east side n***a, New Orleans night boy Livin like Bruce Willis, n***a I’mma die hard You got hate in yo eyes, I can see it And my young k**as with me, wearin stripes like Adidas And I’mma keep glowin, freestyle flowin But I don’t rap for free, it’s a fee when I’m flowin I’m back on my bullsh**, extension with the full clip To kick back from the click clack and make a full flip I’m on the road to riches, it’s a must now But I’m still stuck up in the traffic like rush hour All my n***as crazy, animals, hostile We the red army, marching like Moscow