Redeye Bands - finale

Another song, another like, that's how you know I'm chillin'
I bought the whip and paint it black like I'm a supervillain
In my lyrics, I got violence but I'm never killin'
Just like the fuckin' Beastie Boys I got License to Illin'
Push up on that drank, like my legal name is Drake
Pull up to the spot and then I'm leaving like an autumn rake
Came up out the bed and then I do another wake and bake
Aye, how many milligrams should I not take
Different personality, the same nationality
A tragedy, to anyone who approaches this travesty
Magically, like Harry Potter, bitch I be so magically
Like Fanstastic Beasts, you can ask me how to find them
I find myself, and then I find another life of mine
I do this all the time, commit another crime
I stand in line, aye
You think you're gonna be the death of me
You better start correcting me
I find myself to disagree
Aye, I find the lyrics in my Pedigree
Like what my dog suppose to eat
I run it up that over E
I manager I oversee
And I was always told, that the very very best
Always, always, always come in Threes
I pour a pint, like I'm fuckin' Baskin-Robbins
Just to tell a hoe that she could fix it, workin on her noggin
Over day and night, my fit be tight
I may be white, but Jesus Christ
If I could steal your hoe, then you maybe not um pulling right
This the finale, bruh
Forgiatos on the truck
I sent a DM and then she ask me
("Do you wanna fuck?")
Keep a glizzy tucked
It's a Big Red, not a gun
If you catch me with these Redeye Bands, outta fuckin' luck

Written by:
William Cochran

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Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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