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Red Eye

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Red Eye

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(JT on the track again)

As a matter fact, pulled up with extra ammo

(Samy made this shit)

Stopped by the store, me and my Loc, like get a pack of Camels

(Damn, Jam, this shit a vibe)

Every day we head hunting, red rumming

I can't keep it out my fucking mind

We wait till night time then we ride

Durk certified behind the wheel, them bullets flying

I know I say this every time, we really live the life of crime

Load it up, dust 'em (Ashes), no trust but duck, won't shake them, blast it

My VVs blinding like some headlights

Roll that dope up, ha, dead guy

Stick came with a red eye, he shouldn't never had his head high

They ran him down, he had a head price

How the cops gone catch me? This a red eye (Aw yeah)

Choppers out when I jump out the car, fresh like a dead body

I be in the trenches with them youngins waiting on they steal me

Glock 4-0 extension, another hommie, it's just me and Timmy

Four mo' of them bitches speaking on me, aim it at they fitteds

Fuck the opps, they broke, ain't got no money, plus we fuck them bitches

Spin with your rod and let that fire hit

Lil' youngin really 'bout it, put that smoke out like a fireman

We be fighting dogs inside the yard, I felt like Michael Vick

Hell nah, that ain't no ratchet shit

I be on some nova rich and rolling on some rider shit

Beefing with that ho talk, slit his throat, some Michael Myers shit

Could've signed to Motown, but it's fuck 'em, Never Broke Again

Say she in love with that bitch, make sure he don't see that ho again

Shake till the scope off of the stick just to put it on this pole again

I bet that chopper make 'em get back, ain't no get back, nigga fuck

We gon' be sleeping with a stick right by the door, it ain't no running up

Late night, we Crippin' on they bitch-ass, get down low, Drac' got a hundred up

Bitch, plus my pockets got a hundred in it

I bet that rod take out a hundred man, a hundred man

I can't keep it out my fucking mind

We wait till night time then we ride

Durk certified behind the wheel, them bullets flying

I know I say this every time, we really live the life of crime

Load it up, dust 'em (Ashes), no trust but duck, won't shake them, blast it

My VVs blinding like some headlights

Roll that dope up, ha, dead guy

Stick came with a red eye, he shouldn't never had his head high

They ran him down, he had a head price

How the cops gone catch me? This a red eye (Aw yeah)

Choppers out when I jump out the car, fresh like a dead body

3-0 in my 4-0, fuck 54 'cause bitch I'm 6-0

Hit from the back, bitch, let my dick go

Like fuck that, watch the piss ho

We popped the car and let that stick blow

To get with us, you need 'bout six

Jump out all-black, I'm with a rich ho

Back jump all-black, gon' pull a kickdoor

For 1500, youngin' knocked 'em off

We gon' kill 'em all by one by one, I want the top dog

Really fucked up in the head, might let a junkie eat my dick and balls

They got my thug inside the feds, when he touch down, he get the biggest Glock

Two double cups I'm sipping red to bring the X down plus this Adderall

Supressor on the Glock, my thirty shots inside of chain claw

They quick to link up with the opps, that's every time they know the pressure on

Same day that Timmy get out, he'll go back, in love with busting domes

Lil' brother bust that nigga head 'cause he got caught without that pole

Come here, where you going?

(Pull off, pull off, skrrt)

Hello? Ayy, turn on the news real quick

It is getting outrageous, seventeen murders

Every day we head hunting, red rumming, red rumming, red rumming, yeah

I can't keep it out my fucking mind

We wait till night time then we ride

Durk certified behind the wheel, them bullets flying

I know I say this every time, we really live the life of crime

Load it up, dust 'em (Ashes), no trust but duck, won't shake them, blast it

My VVs blinding like some headlights

Roll that dope up, ha, dead guy

Stick came with a red eye, he shouldn't never had his head high

They ran him down, he had a head price

How the cops gone catch me? This a red eye (Aw yeah)

Choppers out when I jump out the car, fresh like a dead body

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