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Red Robin
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Red Robin was released on October 31, 2025 by Motion Broz Kartel as a part of the album Step 2K 25
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Release DateOctober 31, 2025
LabelMotion Broz Kartel
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM78

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Randal Duhon Jr
Randal Duhon Jr
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Randal Duhon Jr
Randal Duhon Jr
Songwriter
Javeon Spencer
Javeon Spencer
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Studio 713
Studio 713
Producer

Lyrics

Grab that stick, empty the clip
I'm tryna see a **** bleed
Bitch, why would I hold you down
When I know that you gon' leave?
Gang, this shit ain't permanent
D.O.A., he ain't makin' it to the infirmary
Better watch how you move in the streets
'Cause ****, we be out here purgin' shit
Up the Glock, let it rip in the spot
We gon' clear, we out here poppin' and servin' this shit
Catch a body, then fly to Brazil
If it's a bag on his head, bet I'm earnin' this shit
Pop a pill, don't flush it still
I pour some drank, it got me talkin' in cursive and shit
Ain't shit you can tell me 'bout workin' a stick
Ain't shit you can tell me 'bout workin' a stick
Ain't shit you can tell me 'bout workin', lil' bitch
Glock with a switch, it came with the fit
Better stay inside, we purgin' this bitch
Me and Lil Jay be bustin' that fire
I want to do it myself, no murder for hire
Put one in your head soon as we lock eyes
Them bitches came fast, I know you surprised
Fuck that, you won't catch me chasin' no bitch
I'm chasin' them dollars
The type of bullets that I got in this clip
Will make a grown man holler
**** be green like the Goblin
Shoulda heard him scream when I shot him
My **** gettin' up, droppin'
They hoppin' off trucks, pop out your bush on that timin'
Them bullets get at you, I ain't fuckin' with that
I'ma kick down your door and shit, just surprise you
Feelin' like, fuck a ****, I wanna knock his noodles out his head
I ain't talkin' ramen
My **** takin' shit down, and he bang red, call it Red Robin
Even my mama know a **** fucked up in the head, I can't even hide it
Creep through the alley, locked eyes and he ran
Just copped this new Glock, I hope it don't jam
Watch how you talkin', like, fuck what you sayin'
Rockin' these jeans, can't print out the brand
He'll turn a kickback to a homi, that be Ran
Or slime a **** out, that be Mike, know he ain't doin' no playin'
Whole squad, we structured, stayin' on point
I'm smokin' on wood, I don't smoke no joint
Talkin' reckless, you ain't got no voice
Put holes in your shirt and leave that bitch moist
Full of this blood, I'm full of them drugs
Buy you a ounce, I'll buy you a dub
In here, we gon' fight, but outside, you gon' lose your life in this club
Don't you think 'bout takin' somethin'
We gon' leave your ass stiff, like a statue
Laser tag, you sendin' them shots
Them bitches come right back at you
Pussy tight as fuck, she got a **** thinkin'
Bout gettin' her name as a tattoo
I put that switch on so many ****' ass
This bitch be ran through
You heard me
Aye, that's facts, old bitch-ass ****
I ain't doin' no rap cappin', ain't shit green on this side
You know we stop signs
Name one time Jay ain't hop in the field with a ****
Say go hop in the field with a ****
Say go hop in that car
**** know I been in that car
I been coolin', but y'all gon' make me get back on that time
You know how I get, ****
We gon' flip your stupid ass
Duck-ass lil' ****, we gon' pop out with them choppers
We gon' hop out, we gon' kill him
These pussy lil' ****, they ain't fuckin' with me
You heard me, me or my gang
We gon' see 'bout that
We gon' hop out with them choppers
We gon' blow his ass
We gon' shoot at his fuckin' mama
**** play, I'm gon' get rich as Obama
Bitch, and keep all that
I'm thuggin' like that
****, do me somethin
Written by: Javeon Spencer, Randal Duhon Jr
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