No Pt - Red Eye

Glock gotta a leg this a whole hundred
Cold hearted nigga walk round with my nose running
I got yo shorty with me and she toe touching
Four Nick take ya head of ya body boy no bluffing
I be crying in lanes this a red eye
This chop got a beam like a Jedi
The last nigga dissed now a dead guy
Bullets hit from where ever got dead eye
Four pockets full walking round with my pockets stuffed
Dead man walking this AR gone box him up
Just stop talking money nigga you ain't got enough
We spot em we got em beatbox him and dot him up
You bitch is hoe seen more boxers than Mike Tyson
My dogs got no collars try some and they might bite em
Green beam in the dark catch him out we gone night light em
If I pop the trunk it's no way that I might fight em
Threw a thou in the club she was thinking it's raining
Eyes low look Asian they knowing I'm facing
Hell cat racing fuck traffic we skating
All my brothers balling like Eli and Payton
You been leaching off niggas we know that you really broke
Mask down than spin around like mysterio
Down bad I'm mixing lean in the cereal
Go slide than toss the blick fuck the serial
Why you mad at me because I'm living better
Can't compete with me just get ya shit together
All this ice on me nigga could switch the weather
Say you don't fuck with her but be quick to text her
Ran it up boy I don't need no help
In the whip going high speed we got no L's
Make a taco for beef I make niggas eat shells
Yes we found his spot I was searching on Zelle
I just got a Millie through the mail
Fuck yo dog imma cut off his tail
It's PT boy does that ring a bell
I'm that nigga if you couldn't tell
I just smoke it nigga I don't sale
But if you want it just bring you a scale
I put a whole in his top like a whale
Don't get caught up I ain't paying ya bail
Yea I'm blowing loud I need new lungs
I been counting all night I got blue thumbs
Just my dick in her mouth she don't chew gum
She said post me on snap bitch is you dumb
I did her dirty she told me I'm tripping
Not shit nigga I'm the definition
Beefing with us wouldn't be the best decision
Took of the buffs they was fucking my vision
Pockets obese been a while since I exercised
All these dead friends nigga need to be exercised
Hop out we gripping that shit left him petrified
I spent ten Bands on this fit left her mesmerized
We put him out like a cig
I don't do capping less I'm working lids
Wrapping it up I ain't doing the kids
.556's gone fuck up his ribs
Glock gotta a leg this a whole hundred
Cold hearted nigga walk round with my nose running
I got yo shorty with me and she toe touching
Four Nick take ya head of ya body boy no bluffing
I be crying in lanes this a red eye
This chop got a beam like a Jedi
The last nigga dissed now a dead guy
Bullets hit from where ever got dead eye

Written by:
Elijah Collins

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