RedEye (feat. PapeMakin & Kjongoooo) Video (MV)

I can't catch em both, so I caught one of em
The nigga think he cool, but we make fun of em
I ain't one to play with, I ain't one of them
I ain't talking Andre, but we put a drum in him
You better watch your mouth, when you mention me
My mans will hit you in the head where your temple be
I get crazy when I'm mad, that's how my temper be
You must be crazy, if you think you wanna mess with me
And this chop lay you down, like a Tempur-Pedic
If you said something crazy, I dare you repeat it
Nigga this ain't Mortal Kombat, you'll get defeated
223 hit his head, send him up to Jesus
My slime just brought the pape back to a nigga
If he standing in the way, go right through a nigga
Cuz trigger happy, he almost just blew a nigga
He think he hard, cause he got blicks in them pictures
We'll throw you in the blender, put you in the mixer
I'll catch your ass in person, I ain't a disser
My cup looking real kiddie, like I got elixir
She was licking on my yea, and I know you miss her
She was on that lil yea, and I know you kissed her
It ain't been normal for a year, but I ain't tripping
Ain't no wet sign to warn you, we catch you slipping
Bro tapped in with them scams, now your money missing
Oh you messing with them hams, now your body missing
Somebody tell that lil nigga about the thot he kissing
Don't play no games, send you back to the lobby nigga
I ain't no rapper but this just a lil hobby, nigga
Wipe yo nose, I don't care if it's snotty nigga
We was riding down the E-Way with the Tommy, nigga
Oh that's yo bitch, yeah she tryna slop me nigga
4-5 with a switch on the back, finger on the trigger
Niggas love PapeMakin, they always tryna get a picture
Shorty suck it like it's spicy, it really must be lemon-lime
I was eating Stouffer's pasta, now we chilling at Ocean Prime
And you ain't even really with it, stop tryna do all these crimes
I grew my nuts, jumped off the porch, now I'm tripping
All you do is internet beef up on Twitter, now you chirping
Pour that yea in my drink, and watch that hoe turn purple
I question if I did that, but I don't know, like Steve Urkel
Every time a nigga die, I smile, I get happy
And I'm tryna get in the field, so let's get active
I love money, yeah that shit make me happy
Man, I love this beat, yeah you hear them drums, yeah they clappin
Put a switch on that boy, put a Drake on that boy
Put some pape on his head, now he can't get away
Aiming for his temple, tryna give him a taper fade
Talking crazy on the net, boy, you can meet the Drake
Man, we gave his ass a taper fade
Still sending hits, I'm out here chilling in another state
Chilling with a bad bitch, clutching pole while I'm on vacation
When they slide, I'm parking whips these pussy niggas think I do valet
I been toting my gun around me, the 50 always tryna catch a fade
Why niggas talking money, niggas never getting paid
Was talking shit on Instagram, we turned his dreads into a bald fade
I'm up in Paris with them killers, wearing Balmain
I'm tryna catch another hat, every time they diss my dog name
Used to wanna be famous, and now I'm putting niggas on Fox
I caught a foul up in that painted box, tomorrow they got him boxed
We keep on laughing at them niggas every time a body drop
I'm sliding down Littlefield, I'm looking for another opp