Lyrics

Red Eyes You know I'm high out my body Redeye You know that this a wide body Bitch I'm twenty-five so don't ask me for no id Don't act like you tryna try me I'm by myself but I'm five deep All of these guns in this compact truck Hop out that bih like GAH-lee ARP this bih loud as fuck Can you come outside please Strapped up when I'm riding Click it or ticket No holster for this FN I stuffed it in my britches I remember you use to come short when I sold midget But don't feel bad I did it too so I wasn't tripping I remember you said I was hard now you don't listen Tried to say that I ain't really real be realistic If I said it I Rapped it I meant it I'm just tryna put on they don't get it Tried to tell em' they ain't wanna listen Took off now they swear that they miss me Yeaaa I gotta get to the bag I can't be goin' out sad Talkin' down on me they mad I swear they be doin' that bad Foreign car do the lil dash Better move cuz I'm on your ass I can't be givin' no pass My nigga don't drive but he tryna crash Can't catch a break so I'm smokin' gas Rollin backwoods back to back Perfecting my craft tryna master that Freezy on top just imagine that I need all my real people right there beside me Even if the tires flat you know that they riding Sorry that's the weed i smoke I don't have bad hygiene If I cough hit my lean I'm so high need vicine Red Eyes You know I'm high out my body Redeye You know that this a wide body Bitch I'm twenty-five so don't ask me for no id Don't act like you tryna try me I'm by myself but I'm 5 deep All of these guns in this compact truck Hop out that bih like GAH-lee ARP this bih loud as fuck Can you come outside please Strapped up when I'm riding Click it or ticket No holster for this FN I stuffed it in my britches
Writer(s): Cedrequeze Mccaa Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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