YOUNGSUPERRAGER - REDEYE (feat. SlimeLifeTrey) Lyrics

These niggas be talking outside of they necks but don't wanna pop out
Until a young nigga pull up with that killtec Then you know that we crop his ass out
Might just say f*ck it and throw back the green
And uppercut his ass like I'm Popeye Might pull up on scene, hit him with the beam

Just to see where his whereabouts I'ma snatch his ass off in a red eye
I ain't f*ckin' with friends, only dead guys But we pullin' up, makin' shells fly
We pullin' up, leave your mama cryin' And don't give a f*ck, if the feds watching
I bet he won't pull up again with that Rara shit

Nigga, I put it on my dead guys Like, I can't even cuff a lil' hoe, she be
Doin' too much She don't do nothin' but tell lies
Yeah, I pull up with that 30, they empty this bitch
They get to droppin' like dead flies

Now, I hit from the back , she say what it is that , I said,lil' baby, you know we goin' live
And baby, don't act like you surprised Baby, I ain't act like them other guys
Yeah, young niggas, yeah, they be tellin' lies Tryna act like they tough but they ain't really slime
And you know im a dog so on colorblind Pull up with this stick like I'm number nine

I don't care bout a hoe Yeah, young nigga, you know that I'm quick to drop a dime
Okay, I f*ck on your hoe, and then I block and delete her
F*ck her, then I had her streamin' like speakers
F*ck on that hoe, she said, young dy, you a demon

F*ckin' on her, then I gave her some semen F*ckin' on that bitch, you know she be runnin
F*ckin' on that bitch, you know she comin
While me young dy, I'm really the motherf*ckin' reaper
I pull up in your city, smokin' on reefer I'm f*ckin' two bitches right in the two-seater

Get mad , and I step on your ass like a beetle
Yeah, ain't no pressure,you don't want no more needles
I'm feelin' like bosh cause I play for the heatles
Went to church just to cuss out a deacon Roll the wood, now you know that I'm geekin

And never go out of style always real niggas season
Niggas switchin' up, I swear they do treason Slap em out so they give me a reason
Hit em once, now that lil' nigga bleedin' Yeah, yeah, nigga, I'm still on demon
Throw her up like she was a heave and Crack her back, yeah, I break the bitch spleen in

Yeah, it's young sup and young trey We score the rock , ain't shit to defend it
Smokin' on this za, yeah, this shit got me winded
Chop her up , yeah, I leave her hoe blended I upgrade the glock and my shi come extended
And I'm in class rapping really just kickin' Deep in that water like nigga, we fishin

Gettin' that money like nigga, you wishin' Ballin' on nigga like my name was Pippen
Get high and go home like I was a pigeon