Soulja Boy - Red Rum lyrics

[Verse] These n***as be p**y 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 p**y n***as 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 sh** 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 f** about the cash I see your bank account, and I laugh Add it up, p**y n***a 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 n***a like a pill Young Drako, n***a I'm worth 30 mil It's Zone 1 [?], my n***a 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 b**h, she s** on my dick, she my biggest fan I got fishes, see the pack in the muf**in' minivan Put that stick on your partner then we k**in' him Young Drako numb to this f** sh**, n***a I feelin' him Young Drako gettin' cash, money, and dividends Rich Gang, young n***a, 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 muf**in' Aquaman Pull up on the block with a Draco, it choppin' him Drako not a door, so n***a 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 b**h a new Benz She don't let me hit, then I'm f**in' 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