Redeye Bands - noir v2

I summon a whip, I summon a bitch
I bought a new forty, see how it hit
I worked all my life, got through the shit
He flexing too hard, I might hit a lick

We're doing the damage when he cannot plan
I'm making this bread you could call that shit flan, yeah

I'm smoking gelato, not playing the lotto
It's too hard to follow, I made your bitch swallow
When she off the perky, and I'm off the murky
We make that shit work and we getting freaky

We spark that shit up, introduce it to fire
In about thirty seconds I'm finna get higher
She said we ain't fuck, but I know she a liar

Reason on reason yeah that's interruption
I'm pushing, I'm pushing, I'm pushing 300
I stay with them racks and I stay with percussion
This perc got me woke, ain't no fuckin' discussion
I put 'em to sleep like a fuckin' concussion
Wocky and B's in my system I'm bussin'
Play with me I shoot at you and your cousins
That's what I call a family destruction

Feel the heat, I'm elite, and I made the beat
Off a Perc, off an E, cannot fuckin' sleep
Get the cash, let me smash, "do the dash", whoa
"Redeye Bands, got the squidward Bold and Brash", bro

I summon a whip, I summon a bitch
I bought a new forty, see how it hit
I worked all my life, got through the shit
He flexing too hard, might hit a lick

I summon a whip, I summon a bitch
I bought a new forty, see how it hit
I worked all my life, got through the shit
He flexing too hard, might hit a lick

Call me Redeye Bands
I'mma throw these hands
Make a scheduled plan, I'm an independent man
I do what I can
She don't got a man
She a Redeye Fan, I'mma buy day after plan
She can't join my clan
'Member way back when
I was playin Black Ops you could catch me on the LAN
Eminem, I'm Stan
He was drunk drivin'
I was off the THC, so brakes I was ridin'

I just found out nine years of my life were fucking gone
I was texting, found she cheated, so I came back to this song
I am sixteen so nine years is way too motherfucking long
Cut a hoe off, block a contact, don't look back I break the law
Now to someone who is seventy this might just seem so small
But I been through barely nothing, 5'11" no too tall
I should turn my fuckin phone off, go outside, and play some ball
'Stead I worry 'bout my future, I consult a crystal ball

Written by:
William Cochran

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