Red eye (Red, red), red eye (Red eye)
Ha, you a dead guy (Slatt, slatt), you a dead guy
She wanna fuck 'cause she know that I'm fly
I got the bands, ain't no surprise
You at the show and she better inside
Don't care 'bout shit, just wanna get fried
I'm off Xans, outta my mind
I'm off Xans, outta my mind
I'm off Xans, outta my mind
I'm off Xans, outta my mind
I be out of my time, yeah (I be out of my time, yeah)
FN bullets, yeah, that's die, yeah (That's die, yeah)
I got a nine, I'm not finna box, yeah
Your bitch be picking sides, she fuck with the opps, yeah (Fuck with the opps)
Bitch, I got dreads on my head and it swang just like a rockstar
Bitch, I be high in the sky like a plane, no helicopter (Bitch, I be high)
I cannot cuff on that bitch, she a gnat, that hoe is a bopper
He gon' keep playing with me, don't blame me, I'm finna drop her
I be in the back of that big black tonk'
And I know that white ho, she be giving top bruh
Fucking that bag like I just won the lotto
Niggas might blow my ho, might nod off
I knew you'd be broke, man, I swear I don't like those
Stacking my cheese, I ain't talking no nacho
I hit the gas, vroom, nitro
Up in that cat, vroom let's go
Chanel bags, yeah, Chanel bags
Bitch, I'm not your dad
Baby, I can't go out bad
I took two of your Percs
I took two of your Percs
I took two of your Percs
I got left in the dirt, dirt
Dirt, dirt, dirt
Dirt, dirt, dirt