Styles P - Red Eye Lyrics

I go with it, I’m so with it
First class flight overseas, I’m low with it
Stretching out the chair, we ain’t low in it
Thinking of our house in Cali, can I grow in it
Throw a hoof in the place, imagine how I flow in it
Outer space bars, OZ’s to the face, y’all
Ball by the hot tub and case, y’all
Plush life, laugh and I smile a lot
Light it up, bottle pop, blowing kush from San Diego to Ottawa
A long way from the days I used to bottle up
Keeping all of my feelings bottled up
Keeping all of the guns hollowed up
Now we getting rich, getting twisted like Oliver
Money powered up, yeah
The first go around then again when we follow up

Money, power, kush, sour, haze, airy, pills, powder
Pull it out, cock back, let the lead fly
Then a nigga gone on a rig red eye

Living and driving in big shit
If I die tonight, fuck it, my kids rich
Sick shit, get your wig split, nothing personal, real nigga shit
I’m on fire, you just smoking
Playing tennis with my connect, US Open
Blocks my office, no days off it
Loudest person is usually the softest
Coke is gorgeous, ice is flawless
It’s repercussions that come with all this
Gone off safety till they come and replace me
You know what they say, death comes in traces

Money, power, kush, sour, haze, airy, pills, powder
Pull it out, cock back, let the lead fly
Then a nigga gone on a rig red eye

Money, power, kush, sour, haze, airy, pills, powder
Pull it out, cock back, let the lead fly
Then a nigga gone on a rig red eye

More fun than the festival
Audemars and oyster perpetual
Goon niggas that turn niggas to vegetables
Long as there’s coke, being broke is unacceptable
Word to the zero that go after the decimal
May I double the way I bubble
Them ballers, the shit that brought AI trouble
If rap had a Dave Stern, believe I’m him
Think not? Bet the money in your Levis, then
Digital, analog, always had catalogue, bulls for the matador
If I see red like the bulls do
Somebody’s getting shot and won’t pull through
Got more animals than a zoo do
Yeah, it’s ghost to stand, motherfucker should scram
Or get killed with their men

Money, power, kush, sour, haze, airy, pills, powder
Pull it out, cock back, let the lead fly
Then a nigga gone on a rig red eye

Money, power, kush, sour, haze, airy, pills, powder
Pull it out, cock back, let the lead fly
Then a nigga gone on a rig red eye
 

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