Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Red Eye, artist - Quando Rondo. Date of issue: 06.05.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Red Eye |
| As a matter fact, pulled up with extra ammo |
| (Samy made this shit) |
| Stopped by the store, me and my Loc, like get a pack of Camels |
| (Damn, Jam, this shit a vibe) |
| Every day we head hunting, redrum-ing |
| I-I-I-I-I-I can’t keep it out my fucking mind |
| We wait 'til night time then we ride |
| Bro certified behind the wheel, them bullets flying |
| Ayy, I know I say this every time |
| We really live the life of crime |
| Load it up, dust, ashes to ashes |
| No choice but duck, we’ll shake them, blast it |
| My VVs blinding like some headlights |
| Roll that dope up, ha, dead guy |
| Stick came with a red eye |
| He shouldn’t have never had his head high |
| They ran him down, he had a head price |
| How the cops gon' catch me? |
| This a red eye (Oh, yeah) |
| Choppers out when I jump out the car, fresh like a dead body |
| I be in the trenches with them youngins, waiting on they stimmy |
| Glock 4−0 extension, another homi', it’s just me and Timmy |
| Four more of them bitches speaking on me, aim it at their fitteds |
| Fuck the opps, they broke, ain’t got no money, plus we fucked their bitches |
| Spin with your rod, now let that fire hit |
| Lil' youngin really 'bout it, put that smoke out like a fireman |
| We be fighting dogs inside the yard, I feel like Michael Vick |
| Hell nah, that ain’t no righteous shit |
| I be on something locced out, Richie rolling on some rider shit |
| Beefing with the whole town, slit his throat, some Michael Myers shit |
| Could have signed to Motown, but it’s fuck 'em, Never Broke Again |
| Says he in love with that bitch, make sure he don’t see that ho again |
| Shake 'til the scope off of the stick just to put it on this pole again |
| I bet that chopper make 'em get back, ain’t no Get Back, nigga, fuck King Von |
| Ski gon' be sleeping with a stick out by the door, it ain’t no running up |
| Late night, we creepin' on they bitch-ass, get down low, Drac' got a hundred up |
| Bitch, plus my pockets got a hundred in 'em |
| I bet that rod take out a hundred men, a hundred men |
| I can’t keep it out my fucking mind |
| We wait 'til night time then we ride |
| Bro certified behind the wheel, them bullets flying |
| Ayy, I know I say this every time |
| We really live the life of crime |
| Load it up, dust, ashes to ashes |
| No choice but duck, we’ll shake them, blast it |
| My VVs blinding like some headlights |
| Roll that dope up, ha, dead guy |
| Stick came with a red eye |
| He shouldn’t have never had his head high |
| They ran him down, he had a head price |
| How the cops gon' catch me? |
| This a red eye (Oh, yeah) |
| Choppers out when I jump out the car, fresh like a dead body |
| 3−0 in my 4−0, fuck 5−0 'cause, bitch, I’m 6−0 |
| Hit from the back, bitch, let my dick go |
| Like fuck that, watch the pistol pick-roll |
| We popped the car then let that stick blow |
| To get with us, you need 'bout 6−0 |
| Jump out all-black, I’m with a rich ho |
| They jump out, black gon' pull a kickdoor |
| For fifteen hundred, youngin knocked 'em off |
| We gon' kill 'em all by one-by-one, I want the top dog |
| Really fucked up in the head, might let a junkie eat my dick and balls |
| They got my thug inside the feds, when he touch down, he get the biggest Glock |
| Two double cups, I’m sipping red to bring the X down, plus this Adderall |
| Supressor on the Glock with thirty shots inside the chain claw |
| They quick to link up with the opps, that’s every time they know the pressure on |
| Same day that Timmy get out, he’ll go back, in love with busting domes |
| Lil' brother bust that nigga head 'cause he got caught without that pole |
| Come here, where you going? |
| Pull off, pull off, skrrt |
| Hello? |
| Ayy, turn on the news real quick |
| It is getting outrageous, seventeen murders |
| Every day we head hunting, redrum-ing, redrum-ing, redrum-ing, yeah |
| I can’t keep it out my fucking mind |
| We wait 'til night time then we ride |
| Bro certified behind the wheel, them bullets flying |
| Ayy, I know I say this every time |
| We really live the life of crime |
| Load it up, dust, ashes to ashes |
| No choice but duck, we’ll shake them, blast it |
| My VVs blinding like some headlights |
| Roll that dope up, ha, dead guy |
| Stick came with a red eye |
| He shouldn’t have never had his head high |
| They ran him down, he had a head price |
| How the cops gon' catch me? |
| This a red eye (Oh, yeah) |
| Choppers out when I jump out the car, fresh like a dead body |