Red Eyes Black Glock

You're fuckin with Shoku Radio
Its DJ Grenade

Okay I pull up in that Enzo
She face down defense mode
And when I fuck she let her friends know
Think I caught my tempo
I used to eat sleep for dinner
Now I got my weight up
She wanna eat dick bust on her face
This aint no make up
Yeah I got my cake up
Bitch this aint no card game
Shooters in attack mode
Got machines like arcades
Look how fast that car came
Look how fast that whip dip
Bullet hit your left tire
Bet I make that whip flip
Trap got deals like Best Buy
Wrist that cost a big brick
I love me like Kanye
Crunch a opp like fish sticks
I rock Balenciaga Balmain
Cost guap when I switch fits
Pussy stop the simpin know the future like the simpsons
Red eyes on top of the grip how the fuck could I miss if I empty the clip
One hand when Im fuckin this bitch cause her ass so fat feel like imma slip
Fuck hoes wanna run up a bag wanna cop me a gun and a whole lot of drip
Good tote when I roll up a spliff put that shit in a blunt so I know that it hit
Boy I see demons in my sleep and now I really think Im trippin
I was whipping work up in that kitchen mom come home I hide the dishes
That bitch used to front of the top I hit it once and now she miss me
She say why you wearing all that red I said little bitch its cause Im brimmin
I be in the back of the back of the club cause Im grippy
I be gettin wasted off the yak I don't drink but Im tipsy
The forty in my bag but the Mac hold a fifty
I don't fight, no Tekken but this glock my new bitch call it christie



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Writer(s): Denzel Washington
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