44 Dro - Redroom, Pt. 3 Lyrics

F*ck that money, come and go, I don't care, shit
Cause when I die, nigga, no, you can't get dead with It
It's somethin' bout that lil' hoe, her lil' head different
Any nigga that'll cross me, that's a dead nigga

I come from another clock, yeah, I'm bred different
I got these bags, I get them off, yeah, I'm playin' in it
Niggas ain't really outside, I been in these streets for A very long time
I just call wifey, bust down, neck diamonds, Vex and Growlin

I can talk slit to a bitch, Mike Lowry
Don't believe that cop, I ain't buyin' it
I just came home, perfect timing
Them niggas thought you with, you ain't behind

For the right tip, them niggas, they gon' slime me
Young niggas, they gon' pop somethin' for me, just Bein' honest
Freaky bitches eatin' dick up while I'm drivin
I love the steering wheel, I had to gain control, baby

You stompin, I'm steppin' like your grandma with a Doormat
We gon' shoot it out and make the news, I ain't goin' Back
Niggas with a attitude like Yeezy
I'm from Clayton County, we talk greasy

Niggas slidin' they mans out, they sleazy
I been up, I ain't sleepin, I ain't yawnin
Damn, I love the way she move that ass, how she Throwin' it
Niggas talkin' slits in the blitz, ain't no warnin

Oh, she ice, she famous, treat her basic, I ignore that
By the time I turned ten, I was thuggin
I was kickin' though, my dude couldn't tell me nothin
Way before my drink, I had my AK, it was Russian

My partner at the county countin' eggs by the dozen
Back in middle school, I saw Kenny Boyd hustlin
I was already gang bangin' on them niggas
Like a baby eatin' alone, left a stain on that nigga

Oh, they eatin, you still hungry, that's a shame on You, nigga
Gave it my all, ain't no flaw, I ain't change on them Niggas
Don't know why I'm goin' back home, I ain't had it
Sorry I did you wrong, but doin' right ain't a habit

F*ck what they say, niggas cryin' pay
Sent another box, f*ck, I ran out insurance, all state
Run and drop, talk, no candidate
I ain't got no legs, ain't tryin' to kick it, I ain't feelin' it

Had to tell the ho, cause she was sayin' somethin' Ignorant
Lose it all to come right back, yo, Frisbee
Yeah, 88, go stupid for the third time
If you coppin' more than ten, I pull up curbside

All the bros hit that shit, bitch, you burnt out
I see this shit with tunnel vision, I got bird's eye
I got two jeans and they got switches, have a twerk Off
Yeah, a little bit freaky, but she grew up in a church House

Heard they waitin' to watch the night, yeah, I heard About it