Red Eye (feat. Left Lane Didon)
Peep
It's Dane to Dane, Lane out the astro plane
Stride slow, tight rope is a casket game
Either way I'm still after cake
Tomorrow's ill, hard swallowed pill
I get cash today
I got plays on my line baby
Playing games like "Facts boo, you stay on my mind maybe"
It's mine maybe or maybe not
Dot but I grind daily
Stop watches, the time's shaky
Yo I got the cheat code for freak hoes
Speech froze, now your legs can't keep close
G code gravel attached to each toe
5 on it, Mike, Maine, Randy, Tito
And me oh, luck left frio me hoe
You say you got next but we gon' see bro
I eat now, creep slow and keep low
It's me wild, with the Clique and we beach bound
I'm in my lane focused
Looking only after me twice over and I ain't joking
The wordplay got these dames open
I'm getting butt back to back like I'm chain smoking
Then I change motions
Making singles off my craft got me cheesin'
Red eye flights, I'm switching seasons
Used to watch plays at The Beacon
Now I'm getting paid just for speaking
Cross me better find a Deacon
Or end up chased by the dogs so let the fleas in
But I ain't into beefing, rather be in Punta Cana laying with a Rican
Inclusive resorts, I'll let the breeze in
Sippin' some brown while shorty's cheifin'
White Henny's like a brick in the states
Thousand grams of that tan, have it shipped by the case
Orders coming off the rip, they can't wait for a sip
Triple up the price tag cause inflations a trip
It's Dane to Dane, Lane out the astro plane
Stride slow, tight rope is a casket game
Either way I'm still after cake
Tomorrow's ill, hard swallowed pill
I get cash today
I got plays on my line baby
Playing games like "Facts boo, you stay on my mind maybe"
It's mine maybe or maybe not
Dot but I grind daily
Stop watches, the time's shaky
Yo I got the cheat code for freak hoes
Speech froze, now your legs can't keep close
G code gravel attached to each toe
5 on it, Mike, Maine, Randy, Tito
And me oh, luck left frio me hoe
You say you got next but we gon' see bro
I eat now, creep slow and keep low
It's me wild, with the Clique and we beach bound
I'm in my lane focused
Looking only after me twice over and I ain't joking
The wordplay got these dames open
I'm getting butt back to back like I'm chain smoking
Then I change motions
Making singles off my craft got me cheesin'
Red eye flights, I'm switching seasons
Used to watch plays at The Beacon
Now I'm getting paid just for speaking
Cross me better find a Deacon
Or end up chased by the dogs so let the fleas in
But I ain't into beefing, rather be in Punta Cana laying with a Rican
Inclusive resorts, I'll let the breeze in
Sippin' some brown while shorty's cheifin'
White Henny's like a brick in the states
Thousand grams of that tan, have it shipped by the case
Orders coming off the rip, they can't wait for a sip
Triple up the price tag cause inflations a trip
Credits
Writer(s): Jamal James, Didier Lean Rachou, Daryl James, Micahel Anthony Jr Thomas, John Robert Ramsaroop Graham
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