Redeyes
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๐ Lyrics
Uh, Red-eyes, dead flies, don't stop at red lights
Cause I'm still tryna run for them dead guys
Leaving my phone off every night
I know you ain't see when my man's died
Me and all of my man's cried,
It was hard back then think of every night
Sometimes think of homicides
(Look)
My eyes all over the bag and I'm just gone get to the cash
Ahh yeah and I need another one
Cause I'm right here with my man's
Ahh yeah we pop a lot of drugs
But you know that we not playing
Ahh yeah, give a fuck what you saying
Give a fuck what you saying
give a fuck what you saying
Watch, where your hands will be
Got a bankroll with a big stick on me
Might do a walk thru like Rich Homie
I smoke a pound down to the zip homie
You move you can move how you want to
In a room full of trap niggas round you
In a coupe with a mask and some rounds too
Bet you think you can move how you want to
Watch, what you saying to me bitch nigga ima feed my family
Insecurities, Securities, that's one thing that's gone bury me
I get nervous always randomly, no one said they abandoned me
2-3 niggas know that it's game time, AR we gone make a nigga lay dow
Pink Rp I just popped me another one, SRT tryna slide to another one
Glock 40 I just ordered another one
Cause my brother got bored with the other one
He got bored with the other one now he got another gun
Same old team nigga this is not a one on one
Ion wanna talk too much about it
One of my niggas prolly caught a body
You still tryna earn your stripes
While I'm still tryna rock off-white (yea yea)
Nigga I'm a thief in the night
Sell the drugs all for the minimum price (aw yea)
I could feel the reaper alive
He had a gun said he wanna roll the dice (aw damn)
Even if he wrong or right, even if he wrong or right (aw yeah)
Uh, Red-eyes, dead flies, don't stop at red lights
Cause I'm still tryna run for them dead guys
Leaving my phone off every night
I know you ain't see when my man's died
Me and all of my man's cried,
It was hard back then think of every night
Sometimes think of homicides
And I even know what was left of me, wish a nigga would step to me
Imma grab that tec keep it next to me
Long live my niggas tell em Rest In Peace
We ain't gotta talk you ain't check for me
Somebody call on the referee
To call out them secrets you kept from me
Why you tryna bring out the best in me
Cause I'm still tryna run for them dead guys
Leaving my phone off every night
I know you ain't see when my man's died
Me and all of my man's cried,
It was hard back then think of every night
Sometimes think of homicides
(Look)
My eyes all over the bag and I'm just gone get to the cash
Ahh yeah and I need another one
Cause I'm right here with my man's
Ahh yeah we pop a lot of drugs
But you know that we not playing
Ahh yeah, give a fuck what you saying
Give a fuck what you saying
give a fuck what you saying
Watch, where your hands will be
Got a bankroll with a big stick on me
Might do a walk thru like Rich Homie
I smoke a pound down to the zip homie
You move you can move how you want to
In a room full of trap niggas round you
In a coupe with a mask and some rounds too
Bet you think you can move how you want to
Watch, what you saying to me bitch nigga ima feed my family
Insecurities, Securities, that's one thing that's gone bury me
I get nervous always randomly, no one said they abandoned me
2-3 niggas know that it's game time, AR we gone make a nigga lay dow
Pink Rp I just popped me another one, SRT tryna slide to another one
Glock 40 I just ordered another one
Cause my brother got bored with the other one
He got bored with the other one now he got another gun
Same old team nigga this is not a one on one
Ion wanna talk too much about it
One of my niggas prolly caught a body
You still tryna earn your stripes
While I'm still tryna rock off-white (yea yea)
Nigga I'm a thief in the night
Sell the drugs all for the minimum price (aw yea)
I could feel the reaper alive
He had a gun said he wanna roll the dice (aw damn)
Even if he wrong or right, even if he wrong or right (aw yeah)
Uh, Red-eyes, dead flies, don't stop at red lights
Cause I'm still tryna run for them dead guys
Leaving my phone off every night
I know you ain't see when my man's died
Me and all of my man's cried,
It was hard back then think of every night
Sometimes think of homicides
And I even know what was left of me, wish a nigga would step to me
Imma grab that tec keep it next to me
Long live my niggas tell em Rest In Peace
We ain't gotta talk you ain't check for me
Somebody call on the referee
To call out them secrets you kept from me
Why you tryna bring out the best in me