Yeah yeah
Uh-uh yeah
Yeah uh
Uh yeah
This a red eye, pockets full of dead guys (full of dead)
She picture perfect yeah give that ho a headshot
Come on this a red eye pockets full of dead guys (full of dead)
She picture perfect yeah give that ho a headshot
What they talkin' 'bout boy you better stay silent
Huh you just talk a lot, I ain't hear you say nothin' (what you said)
These some big ass shoes to fill so how you feel when she compare you to me
I just gave her chills shit feel real when we just barely speak
Uh (we just barely)
This a two door I said "kudos" and I ain't spinnin' back
I don't know how but you know what to say when I ain't hittin' back
Aston Martin Music through my city put yo window down
Bitch I told you you about to lose me, I ain't trippin' 'bout it
I be in Miami Uncle Luther, this my city now
This ho just wanna do me and I comfort just to take ya down
I can't ever go broke if I got all the tools huh-huh
I cannot stay local bitch I'm on the move (I'm on the move)
Y'all can't seem to grow up that ain't nothin' new (nothin' new)
Hold on I just hit the wrong note ho done seen my body count
Body drop, hit the floor
Ho let's go, Vàmonos
Mink coat, YSL
Wrist froze, diamond' out
Huh f*ck what yo' bitch said I just took that down right after lunch
This is a big bag TSA said "that shit weigh too much"
So I ain't flyin' no more uh, you ain't worth the trip huh
You ain't lyin' no more huh, I don't give a shit
Huh I don't give a f*ck
Yeah I just hit a home run huh, I don't f*ckin' bunt
Count up in the truck huh count up in the truck
I don't got no love yeah
I ran outta that before
A-a long time ago (time ago)
A-a long time ago time ago
A-a long time ago (t-time ago)
A long-long-long
(What I'm sayin)
This a red eye, pockets full of dead guys (full of dead)
She picture perfect yeah give that ho a headshot
Come on this a red eye pockets full of dead guys (full of dead)
She picture perfect yeah give that ho a headshot
What they talkin' 'bout boy you better stay silent
Huh you just talk a lot I ain't hear you say nothin' (what you said)
These some big ass shoes to fill so how you feel when she compare you to me
I just gave her chills shit feel real when we just barely speak
Uh (we just barely speak)
Uh
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Yeah yeah
Uh-uh yeah
Yeah uh
Uh yeah
This a red eye, pockets full of dead guys (full of dead)
She picture perfect yeah give that ho a headshot
Come on this a red eye pockets full of dead guys (full of dead)
She picture perfect yeah give that ho a headshot
What they talkin' 'bout boy you better stay silent
Huh you just talk a lot, I ain't hear you say nothin' (what you said)
These some big ass shoes to fill so how you feel when she compare you to me
I just gave her chills shit feel real when we just barely speak
Uh (we just barely)
This a two door I said "kudos" and I ain't spinnin' back
I don't know how but you know what to say when I ain't hittin' back
Aston Martin Music through my city put yo window down
Bitch I told you you about to lose me, I ain't trippin' 'bout it
I be in Miami Uncle Luther, this my city now
This ho just wanna do me and I comfort just to take ya down
I can't ever go broke if I got all the tools huh-huh
I cannot stay local bitch I'm on the move (I'm on the move)
Y'all can't seem to grow up that ain't nothin' new (nothin' new)
Hold on I just hit the wrong note ho done seen my body count
Body drop, hit the floor
Ho let's go, Vàmonos
Mink coat, YSL
Wrist froze, diamond' out
Huh f*ck what yo' bitch said I just took that down right after lunch
This is a big bag TSA said "that shit weigh too much"
So I ain't flyin' no more uh, you ain't worth the trip huh
You ain't lyin' no more huh, I don't give a shit
Huh I don't give a f*ck
Yeah I just hit a home run huh, I don't f*ckin' bunt
Count up in the truck huh count up in the truck
I don't got no love yeah
I ran outta that before
A-a long time ago (time ago)
A-a long time ago time ago
A-a long time ago (t-time ago)
A long-long-long
(What I'm sayin)
This a red eye, pockets full of dead guys (full of dead)
She picture perfect yeah give that ho a headshot
Come on this a red eye pockets full of dead guys (full of dead)
She picture perfect yeah give that ho a headshot
What they talkin' 'bout boy you better stay silent
Huh you just talk a lot I ain't hear you say nothin' (what you said)
These some big ass shoes to fill so how you feel when she compare you to me
I just gave her chills shit feel real when we just barely speak
Uh (we just barely speak)
Uh
Uh-uh yeah
Yeah uh
Uh yeah
This a red eye, pockets full of dead guys (full of dead)
She picture perfect yeah give that ho a headshot
Come on this a red eye pockets full of dead guys (full of dead)
She picture perfect yeah give that ho a headshot
What they talkin' 'bout boy you better stay silent
Huh you just talk a lot, I ain't hear you say nothin' (what you said)
These some big ass shoes to fill so how you feel when she compare you to me
I just gave her chills shit feel real when we just barely speak
Uh (we just barely)
This a two door I said "kudos" and I ain't spinnin' back
I don't know how but you know what to say when I ain't hittin' back
Aston Martin Music through my city put yo window down
Bitch I told you you about to lose me, I ain't trippin' 'bout it
I be in Miami Uncle Luther, this my city now
This ho just wanna do me and I comfort just to take ya down
I can't ever go broke if I got all the tools huh-huh
I cannot stay local bitch I'm on the move (I'm on the move)
Y'all can't seem to grow up that ain't nothin' new (nothin' new)
Hold on I just hit the wrong note ho done seen my body count
Body drop, hit the floor
Ho let's go, Vàmonos
Mink coat, YSL
Wrist froze, diamond' out
Huh f*ck what yo' bitch said I just took that down right after lunch
This is a big bag TSA said "that shit weigh too much"
So I ain't flyin' no more uh, you ain't worth the trip huh
You ain't lyin' no more huh, I don't give a shit
Huh I don't give a f*ck
Yeah I just hit a home run huh, I don't f*ckin' bunt
Count up in the truck huh count up in the truck
I don't got no love yeah
I ran outta that before
A-a long time ago (time ago)
A-a long time ago time ago
A-a long time ago (t-time ago)
A long-long-long
(What I'm sayin)
This a red eye, pockets full of dead guys (full of dead)
She picture perfect yeah give that ho a headshot
Come on this a red eye pockets full of dead guys (full of dead)
She picture perfect yeah give that ho a headshot
What they talkin' 'bout boy you better stay silent
Huh you just talk a lot I ain't hear you say nothin' (what you said)
These some big ass shoes to fill so how you feel when she compare you to me
I just gave her chills shit feel real when we just barely speak
Uh (we just barely speak)
Uh
Writer: Tyler Sylvester
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid