| Ha, uh, ayy, Redeye
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| Redeye, nigga, in that Redeye
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| Yeah, uh, yeah, nigga keep playing, we gon' chop him down
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| Uh, nigga done took off in that, uh-huh, yeah
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| All these hoes on go
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| Yeah, but this the life I chose
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| In that Redeye, it’s not slow, uh
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| FN bullets go through doors
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| That boy lame, yeah, he can’t come around
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| He try to reach, then we gon' blow him down
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| And these niggas, yeah, they act funny now
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| But I got too much money now
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| Ha, ain’t it funny how
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| Huh, his ho top me down
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| Yeah, then we walk them down
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| With dracos, them hundred rounds
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| Ks with suppressors, won’t make a sound
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| She like how I’m flexing
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| Yeah, but I don’t do no texting
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| Hope that she get the message
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| Yeah, uh, yeah, I hope she get the message
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| Hope she get the message
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| Hope she get the message
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| Ayy, hope she get the message
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| In that Redeye, and it, uh, uh
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| Uh, uh, uh
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| AMG coupe and it only fit three, she wanna pop a bean, yeah
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| I don’t pop no beans, but I’m just sipping my lean, yeah
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| She wanna eat the team up
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| Told that ho, do what she do, but watch my lean cup (Uh, huh, uh, yeah)
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| He wanna be like me, I know, uh, 'cause I—
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| 'Cause I fucked his ho, and they on their own
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| Uh, keep it on the low
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| He wanna be like me 'cause I— yeah
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| All these hoes on go
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| Yeah, but this the life I chose
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| In that Redeye, it’s not slow, uh
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| FN bullets go through doors
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| That boy lame, yeah, he can’t come around
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| He try to reach, then we gon' blow him down
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| And these niggas, yeah, they act funny now
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| But I got too much money now
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| Ha, ain’t it funny how
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| Huh, his ho top me down
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| Yeah, then we walk them down
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| With dracos, them hundred rounds
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| Ks with suppressors, won’t make a sound
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| She like how I’m flexing
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| Yeah, but I don’t do no texting
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| Hope that she get the message |