[Intro]
Y'all n***as done woke me up
Oh, I'm talkin' redrum
Turn me up mic, turn me up
I'm talkin' redrum
Ay, I'm talkin' redrum

[Verse 1]
I just flooded my neck so my chain can glist
Rollie on me but it do not tick
I ain't got time to spend with no bitch
Stay on my grind, I'm tryna get rich
Down for the kill, might catch me a body
My n***a like Martin he keep him a Tommy
Remember them days, I was broke, I was bummy
I got on my ass, I had to get something
Hopped out my feelings, hopped in my bag
I'm thanking my gang, and I'm throwing my flag
You diss on my gang, then his toe gave a tag
I run in your house and I'm hittin' your stash
Say you want smoke, I'm bringing that pressure
When bullets hit, turn his shirt into ketchup
All gas, yeah we can't let 'em
Keep my body on the dresser (Damn son, where'd you find this?)

[Chorus]
I'm talking redrum
I'm talking murder
Them bullets hurt ya
Flip you like a burger
Or like a mattress
My n***a you can have it
I'm all about the smoke, like a fucking crack addict
Addict
[Verse 2]
Hop out with Glocks, I hop out with TEC's
If a n***a playing, then his ass get stretched
I don't gotta tote a gun, if my n***a open, he 'gon make a mess
Lot of shit on my mind right now, gotta get it out my chest
Staying away from the rats, my n***a
Don't fuck with the peds, yeah
Jamaican Don Dada
Finger slide [?] yeah
N***a play he get wacked yeah
N***a better come correct, yeah
Murder on my mental
I'm a pop a n***a like a pimple
I'm a leave a n***a with a dimple
Bullets rip through a n***a temple

[Outro]
I'm talking redrum, I'm talking murder
I'm talking redrum, I'm talking murder
I'm talking redrum, I'm talking murder
N***a want smoke? he can get it
I'm a wack him yeah, and get acquitted
I'm a wack him yeah, and get acquitted
If you n***a want smoke with me
Tell him he can get it
Redrum
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah
I'm a murk him and get acquitted
[?] and if a fuck n***a complain, tell him he can get it
Tell him he can get it
He can get it, he can get it
Murder murder murder
Redrum I get acquitted