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Red Eye Video (MV)




Performed By: Young Boy Never Broke Again
From Album: Still Flexin, Still Steppin
Language: English
Length: 2:36
Written by: Kendrell Mattox, Kentrell Gaulden
Year: 2020




Young Boy Never Broke Again - Red Eye Lyrics
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Yeah, yeah, yeah (oh, ohh)
I'm a real, I'm a real
I'm a real good slime

I'ma ride that red eye (red eye) like a demon
Stack that money 'til I can't no more (no more)
We be robbin' and schemin' (on God), oh Lord
How long would it be until this pain gon' go?
Straight from bottom, blow a bag on my bros, oh, yeah, yeah
Just for his head, a hundred thousand, say less, I pay that
Got plenty money, but I had to jump up out my bag

I stayed down lately, shawty, I'd die for you
F*ck that shit that he be talkin', did he ride for you?
I jeopardize and send my brothers 'fore to slide for you
And every nigga 'round me willing 'fore to die for you
Who you judgin'? I come up straight from the gutter
We done struggled, me and my brothers had no one but each other
I can buy a hatchback, but can't buy my family back, my life nothin'
I want my Ni back, but I'm caught up with these hoes and I'm thuggin'

I'ma ride that red eye (red eye) like a demon
Stack that money 'til I can't no more (no more)
We be robbin' and schemin' (on God), oh Lord
How long would it be until this pain gon' go?
Straight from bottom, blow a bag on my bros, oh, yeah, yeah
Just for his head, a hundred thousand, say less, I pay that
Got plenty money, but I had to jump up out my bag

Ride foreign ride, got plenty money, but that north where I reside at
But I'd fly miles 'cross this town to see you smile
She be fans of other niggas, like this bitch wan' be a hype man
But the minute I wan' be alone, she don't like that
I took heed into your letters, I was locked up with no celly
I ain't wanna be no rival with you
From the bottom all the way back to my section
Everyday, yeah, we be steppin'
F*ck chasin', I will not be through
I'm all caught up with money, like, "F*ck this dream, it ain't nothin'"
And f*ck these hoes that don't love me, niggas don't like how I be stuntin'
I miss Big Dump like my granny, we still at war 'bout my cousin
Diggin' 'but I ain't searchin' for gold, I know I'm lookin' for somethin'

I'ma ride that red eye (red eye) like a demon
Stack that money 'til I can't no more (no more)
We be robbin' and schemin' (on God), oh Lord
How long would it be until this pain gon' go?
Straight from bottom, blow a bag on my bros, oh, yeah, yeah
Just for his head, a hundred thousand, say less, I pay that
Got plenty money, but I had to jump up out my bag (yeah)

Slime
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Yeah, yeah, yeah (oh, ohh)
I'm a real, I'm a real
I'm a real good slime

I'ma ride that red eye (red eye) like a demon
Stack that money 'til I can't no more (no more)
We be robbin' and schemin' (on God), oh Lord
How long would it be until this pain gon' go?
Straight from bottom, blow a bag on my bros, oh, yeah, yeah
Just for his head, a hundred thousand, say less, I pay that
Got plenty money, but I had to jump up out my bag

I stayed down lately, shawty, I'd die for you
F*ck that shit that he be talkin', did he ride for you?
I jeopardize and send my brothers 'fore to slide for you
And every nigga 'round me willing 'fore to die for you
Who you judgin'? I come up straight from the gutter
We done struggled, me and my brothers had no one but each other
I can buy a hatchback, but can't buy my family back, my life nothin'
I want my Ni back, but I'm caught up with these hoes and I'm thuggin'

I'ma ride that red eye (red eye) like a demon
Stack that money 'til I can't no more (no more)
We be robbin' and schemin' (on God), oh Lord
How long would it be until this pain gon' go?
Straight from bottom, blow a bag on my bros, oh, yeah, yeah
Just for his head, a hundred thousand, say less, I pay that
Got plenty money, but I had to jump up out my bag

Ride foreign ride, got plenty money, but that north where I reside at
But I'd fly miles 'cross this town to see you smile
She be fans of other niggas, like this bitch wan' be a hype man
But the minute I wan' be alone, she don't like that
I took heed into your letters, I was locked up with no celly
I ain't wanna be no rival with you
From the bottom all the way back to my section
Everyday, yeah, we be steppin'
F*ck chasin', I will not be through
I'm all caught up with money, like, "F*ck this dream, it ain't nothin'"
And f*ck these hoes that don't love me, niggas don't like how I be stuntin'
I miss Big Dump like my granny, we still at war 'bout my cousin
Diggin' 'but I ain't searchin' for gold, I know I'm lookin' for somethin'

I'ma ride that red eye (red eye) like a demon
Stack that money 'til I can't no more (no more)
We be robbin' and schemin' (on God), oh Lord
How long would it be until this pain gon' go?
Straight from bottom, blow a bag on my bros, oh, yeah, yeah
Just for his head, a hundred thousand, say less, I pay that
Got plenty money, but I had to jump up out my bag (yeah)

Slime
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Writer: Kendrell Mattox, Kentrell Gaulden
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.



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