Eyes Red

[Verse 1]

I love the b*****s who love me and let me act crazy to other lil' b*****s in public

I know some niggas got work on they stomach

Then go to the gym like they work on they stomach

She tellin' me that she love me, but my mama told me to never get tricked by a woman

I don't trust niggas who be in everybody hood

Like, "How the **** you get my number?"

How you get public defendants for fighting a murder for one of yo' brothers with money?

I gave the money for lawyers, so how I divide y'all, I was just doing it for nothing

Hate to fall out with some niggas I loved, 'cause they talk about business on regular numbers

I'm off the Xan', I done crashed the TRX truck, I had the phone in my hand

I don't be tellin' my daughter she come with her brother 'cause I hate breakin' a promise

I don't be puttin' no weed in my story, they tellin' stories like they havin' anxiety

Money comin' in singles, I done told shorty, show her body

It be somethin' you wanna hear fresh off the rip, give some money (Hell yeah)

[Chorus]

Give her some money, she prolly wanna **** in private

Niggas want money, they pocket watchin' 'til they eyes red

I done pulled my Amiris halfway down, got shorty thighs red

I done pulled my Amiris halfway down, made my gun slip

[Verse 2]

Deeski beat his body, he the man

Even though the witness took the stand (Yeah)

1090 Jake on the 'Gram

[?] snitchin', show it to the fam' (Yeah)

Down on the scope, why you trollin' again?

Harajuku barbie, my b***h a ten (Yeah)

Never gon' go through her phone again

Sing what you say and I'll hurt you for real (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Foenem be tweakin', they rollin' off pills

They grabbin' they gun, they goin' the block

None of them niggas got money like I got the money

She better go **** with a opp (Yeah)

Murder time (Yeah)

That nigga live with a clock (Yeah)

Summer time (Yeah)

Uh, Boonie gon' pour out the Wock'

Fast car, Lamborghini, skrrt (Yeah)

Big prr, I'm firin' through the shirt (Yeah)

Big prr, my Memphis b***h s****t (Yeah)

Big prr, shiesty in her purse (Yeah, yeah)

Tiffany ones, the jeweler confirmed

Cuff on the bottom, I'm waitin' my turn

Celebrity b*****s be sneaky and sus

I promise I'll never go tell 'em a word (Wow, wow, wow, wow, wow)

[Chorus]

Give her some money, she prolly wanna **** in private

Niggas want money, they pocket watchin' 'til they eyes red

I done pulled my Amiris halfway down, got shorty thighs red

I done pulled my Amiris halfway down, made my gun slip

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