Red Eye Songtext
von Quando Rondo

(JT on the track again) 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, red-ruming

I can′t keep it out my fucking mind
We wait 'til nighttime, then we ride
Dirt 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, rich and 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
Since 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 you want?
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 nighttime, then we ride
Dirt 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 (nigga what?)
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
Suppressor on the Glock with thirty shots inside the Gen 4
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, redruming, red ruming, red ruming, yeah

I can′t keep it out my fucking mind
We wait 'til nighttime, then we ride
Dirt 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