Red - Slump6s & Destroy Lonely: Song Lyrics, Music Videos & Concerts

Slump6s & Destroy Lonely

Red

560

Hip-Hop/Rap

Red was released on July 22, 2022 by Field Trip / Republic Records as a part of the album Genesis

Song Details

Release DateJuly 22, 2022

LabelField Trip / Republic Records

LanguageEnglish

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM70

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Slump6s

Vocals

Destroy Lonely

Performer

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Namil Bridges

Songwriter

Nikita Belichenko Dmitrievich

Nikita Belichenko Dmitrievich

Songwriter

Markeshin Bogdan Vyacheslavovich

Markeshin Bogdan Vyacheslavovich

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Enteernal

Producer

Blessque

Producer

Namil Bridges

Mixing Engineer

Brandon Peralta

Brandon Peralta

Immersive Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

(Diamond)

(Enteernal)

Doing real shit, other **** fake

I'm in that Jag', let's race

My bitch got exquisite taste

I slide in that bitch, we in our state

I can't fuck with that ho, mistake (woo)

All my **** don't hesitate

I already know that we up one day

Try to call me broke and I'm like, "Okay"

I cannot go back and forth with a bum, ****

Ha, you don't got no bread, where your funds ****?

I got a crib in L.A, having fun with her

Walk out of Saks and my bank going dumb, ****

You just be goin' out sad, you a dumb ****

I don't fuck with school, but I go anyway

Think that I'm lackin', I stay with a gun, ****

I ain't a sport, I don't got time to play

Stay with a Glock 19, 1017, dress like me, wanna be like me

Cartier shades, you can see like me

Walk up in the club, I don't need ID

(You feel me? I'm not even really the type to brag)

(Man, let's go)

Red outside, I'ma catch him, ha

Blick in my hand like I'm Beckham, ha

Just like suite life, I'ma deck him

Okay, Elon, go fast in a Tesla

Copy ass **** wanna test me

If a **** wanna die, it's a blessing

I been kicking shit with the bros like Messi

Just got a new phone, ****, please don't text me

Rockin' all-black, so these **** can't see me

Bitch, I'm in the Lamb', in the damn Lamborghini

I like to been had it, rub me like a genie

When I take the drugs, man, I turn to a geek

She said that I cheated, I need a receipt

I ride tryna flex and my fashion be me

She said, "Are you rich?" And I said, "What you think?"

I see through you ****, I don't even blink

I'm workin' all night, bitch I don't get no sleep

Can't fuck with y'all ****, y'all **** be weak

Can't fuck with these ****, y'all **** be weird

If you talkin' on gang, get shot like a deer

Run up on a ****, I tell him, "Come here"

They know I can take they spot, that's what the fear

Bitch, know when that shot singin' no one can hear ya

Ain't no one else comin' near

He tryna run up, he thought shit was sweet with Fifteenhunnid

I swear that we got a drop so we got him

Big body chain on my neck, man, it's costing a lot of hundreds

Bitch, you was just at my crib, ****, that is not your honey

Doing real shit, other **** fake

I'm in that Jag', let's race

My bitch got exquisite taste

I slide in that bitch, we in our state

I can't fuck with that ho, mistake (woo)

All my **** don't hesitate

I already know that we up one day

Try to call me broke and I'm like, "Okay"

I cannot go back and forth with a bum, ****

Ha, you don't got no bread, where your funds ****?

I got a crib in L.A, having fun with her

Walk out of Saks and my bank going dumb, ****

You just be goin' out sad, you a dumb ****

I don't fuck with school, but I go anyway

Think that I'm lackin', I stay with a gun, ****

I ain't a sport, I don't got time to play

Yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah)

I ain't got time to play (yeah)

But my boy, he gon' slide with a K

And this bitch, she gon' come give me face

I get flyer when I take a flight, baby, and I'm way too high on this plane

So I'm gettin' high, yeah, I'm gettin' high baby

And I can't even hear what you sayin'

Tryna see my face, **** gotta pay

Yeah, I got a whole lot on my plate

I spent a whole lot on my jeans, I might spend a whole lot on my bae

I'm still on the east side of the A

****, yeah, I'm outside everyday

Yeah, I'm with the gang, baby, with the gang

**** tryna shoot me, we gon' eat out they face

Doing real shit, other **** fake

I'm in that Jag', let's race

My bitch got exquisite taste

I slide in that bitch, we in our state

I can't fuck with that ho, mistake (woo)

All my **** don't hesitate

I already know that we up one day

Try to call me broke and I'm like, "Okay"

I cannot go back and forth with a bum, ****

Ha, you don't got no bread, where your funds ****?

I got a crib in L.A., having fun with her

Walk out of Saks and my bank going dumb, ****

You just be goin' out sad, you a dumb ****

I don't fuck with school, but I go anyway

Think that I'm lackin', I stay with a gun, ****

I ain't a sport, I don't got time to play

Written by: Markeshin Bogdan Vyacheslavovich, Namil Bridges, Nikita Belichenko Dmitrievich

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