Red Eyes (feat. Kayvo) Video (MV)

(Trent)

Uh, What, Damn, Damn
(OK! OK!)

Bro pass me the light
I'm tryna get high
Stacking bread ten ways
I'm just tryna get by
Take trip out the state
Bitch, I sit in the sky
Bet not make the wrong move
If you pull up you die

Rubber band popping
I'm thumbing through dead guys
Bro, rolling, he smoking, he blowing got red eyes
Rubber band popping
I'm thumbing through dead guys
Bro, rolling, he smoking, he blowing got red eyes

I been stuck in the stu all night tryna run up a profit
Bad bitch on my line she want me to take her shopping
I'm popping!
On my way to the top, I'm not stopping
Making hit after hit, now the labels they calling
These niggas beefing, they tweak off a comment
Claiming they grizzly, but these niggas softer than Charmin
Brodie walk the hammer don't think about harming
Came in with too many P's like that nigga was farming

(Kayvo)

Keep my glizzy on me that's my armor
Bitch I'm in California with crops and the farmers
Then it's back to the hood, sell bags to the robbers
I'ma bust down P's bitch, make me a profit
Bitch, do what I say man, she hypnotic
Gotta white boy, shorty be hitting the chronic
Me and my brother like Knuckles and Sonic
Gotta bad bitch she tote the stick in her bonnet
Wake up, sell drugs, get it regardless
Ugh, green beam picking a target
Gotta Glock 27 this lil bitch a rocket
And I ain't gotta ask her, know my bitch'll rock it
Fat pockets
Outside serving the toxic
I might get on 106 and Park and then pop me a roxy
They f*ck with my stomach, I don't f*ck with the Oxy
I'm on the frontline serving that white boy, Nazi

(Trent)

I'm calling up Kayvo to bake you a ccake
'Cause I'm too busy spending my money on trips out of state
He gon save a hoe, he gon swoop down with his cape
Bro gotta two tone Glock 17 with the Drake
I'm peeping, I see why all these niggas hate
Get digits, I'm itchin', I can't stay in place
He claim he a hundred, but that's not the case
I'm zooming, I'm cruising down the interstate