Redeye Bands - catch me

Don't at me no more, you a fuckin' bitch
We could keep it on the low but you a fuckin' snitch
I was in the damn crib, playin with my stick
Now I'm standing on my money cause I'm getting rich
First class, plane hoe
I was on a plane, you a playin hoe
Think you might be trippin, you insane hoe
You can't go back, you remain hoe
And I dreamed of a Rolls truck
Big money big cash, big bucks
I was creeping back door with a simmy tuck
I was creeping back door with a simmy tuck
I was thinking Mack hoes like a Biggie tech
I had never done shows, I can't live with that
Ha, lemme see you try and get with that
I had to wait, had to go switch plates
For the life and the peace of mind
'Drenaline from the chase, couldn't see my face
Hope the po-po couldn't find
Lost my focus, fuck like a locust
Bars could never cross the line
Never wanted, thoughts are haunted
Need a sage to cleanse my mind
Go from the bottom to the top, no I'll never fucking stop
You'll see me reign supreme
Got no money right now, I save that shit
Achieve a rich man dream
Steal a flow or steal a hoe, I know which one, I'll take my queen
Brand new flow cause that's my theme
Not so toxic, still obnoxious, play the game and win or lose
My last hoe was something else, I left because of the abuse
9 years I had known, but why say sorry if it isn't truth
Now I speak my words in freedom, she can't catch me in the booth
I had to wait, had to go switch plates
For the life and the peace of mind
'Drenaline from the chase, couldn't see my face
Hope the po-po couldn't find
Lost my focus, fuck like a locust
Bars could never cross the line
Never wanted, thoughts are haunted
Need a sage to cleanse my mind
Call me Redeye, call me Bands
Call me homo, throw these hands
Need a hoe to dry my pants
Need a servant for demands
Need a schedule for my plans
You can catch me in advance
You can catch me, zero chance
You can catch her with her mans
You can catch me in the streets
No cars around I do my dance
You can catch me in the crib
I'm prolly watering my plants
You can catch me in the gym
Biceps Armstrong like my name Lance
You can catch me in the South
I take a trip to see my Grans

Written by:
William Cochran

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