Only The Family - Eyes Red lyrics
[Only The Family - Eyes Red lyrics]
I love the bitches who love me and let me
Act crazy to other lil' bitches in public
I know some niggas got work on they stomach
They ain't go to the gym like
They work on they stomach
She tellin' me that she love me
But my mama told me to never
Get tricked by a woman
I don't trust niggas who be in everybody hood
Like, "How the fuck you get my number?"
How you get public defendants
For fighting a murder
For one of yo' brothers with money?
I gave the money for lawyers
So how I divide y'all
I was just doing it for nothing
Hate to fall out with some niggas I loved
'cause they talk about business
On regular numbers i'm off the Xan', I done
Crashed the TRS truck
I had the phone in my hand
I don't be tellin' my daughter she come with
Her brother 'cause I hate breakin' a promise
I don't be puttin' no weed in my story
They tellin' stories like they havin' anxiety
Money comin' in singles, I done told shorty
Show her body it be somethin' you wanna hear
Fresh off the rip, give some money
(Hell yeah)
Give her some money
She prolly wanna fuck in private
Niggas want money
They pocket watchin' 'til they ass rip
I done pulled my Amiris halfway down
Got shorty thighs red
I done pulled my Amiris halfway down
Made my gun slip
Beat his body, he the man
Even though the witness took the stand (yeah)
Ten-ninety jake on the 'Gram
Shorty to the fam' (yeah)
Down on the scope, why you trollin' again?
Harajuku Barbie, my bitch a ten (yeah)
Never gon' go through her phone again
Sing what you say and I'll hurt you for real
(yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Foenem be tweakin', they rollin' off pills
They grabbin' they gun, they goin' the block
None of them niggas got money
Like I got the money
She better go fuck with a opp (yeah)
Murder time (yeah)
That nigga live with a clock (yeah)
Summer time (yeah)
Uh, gon' pour out the Wock'
Fast car, Lamborghini, skrrt (yeah)
Big prr, I'm flyin' through the (yeah)
Big prr, my Memphis bitch squirt (yeah)
Big prr, shiesty in her purse (yeah, yeah)
Tiffany ones, the jeweler confirmed
Cuff on the bottom, I'm waitin' my turn
Celebrity bitches be sneaky and sus
I promise I'll never go tell 'em a word
(Wow, wow, wow, wow, wow)
Give her some money
She prolly wanna fuck in private
Niggas want money
They pocket watchin' 'til they ass rip
I done pulled my Amiris halfway down
Got shorty thighs red
I done pulled my Amiris halfway down
Made my gun slip uh
Act crazy to other lil' bitches in public
I know some niggas got work on they stomach
They ain't go to the gym like
They work on they stomach
She tellin' me that she love me
But my mama told me to never
Get tricked by a woman
I don't trust niggas who be in everybody hood
Like, "How the fuck you get my number?"
How you get public defendants
For fighting a murder
For one of yo' brothers with money?
I gave the money for lawyers
So how I divide y'all
I was just doing it for nothing
Hate to fall out with some niggas I loved
'cause they talk about business
On regular numbers i'm off the Xan', I done
Crashed the TRS truck
I had the phone in my hand
I don't be tellin' my daughter she come with
Her brother 'cause I hate breakin' a promise
I don't be puttin' no weed in my story
They tellin' stories like they havin' anxiety
Money comin' in singles, I done told shorty
Show her body it be somethin' you wanna hear
Fresh off the rip, give some money
(Hell yeah)
Give her some money
She prolly wanna fuck in private
Niggas want money
They pocket watchin' 'til they ass rip
I done pulled my Amiris halfway down
Got shorty thighs red
I done pulled my Amiris halfway down
Made my gun slip
Beat his body, he the man
Even though the witness took the stand (yeah)
Ten-ninety jake on the 'Gram
Shorty to the fam' (yeah)
Down on the scope, why you trollin' again?
Harajuku Barbie, my bitch a ten (yeah)
Never gon' go through her phone again
Sing what you say and I'll hurt you for real
(yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Foenem be tweakin', they rollin' off pills
They grabbin' they gun, they goin' the block
None of them niggas got money
Like I got the money
She better go fuck with a opp (yeah)
Murder time (yeah)
That nigga live with a clock (yeah)
Summer time (yeah)
Uh, gon' pour out the Wock'
Fast car, Lamborghini, skrrt (yeah)
Big prr, I'm flyin' through the (yeah)
Big prr, my Memphis bitch squirt (yeah)
Big prr, shiesty in her purse (yeah, yeah)
Tiffany ones, the jeweler confirmed
Cuff on the bottom, I'm waitin' my turn
Celebrity bitches be sneaky and sus
I promise I'll never go tell 'em a word
(Wow, wow, wow, wow, wow)
Give her some money
She prolly wanna fuck in private
Niggas want money
They pocket watchin' 'til they ass rip
I done pulled my Amiris halfway down
Got shorty thighs red
I done pulled my Amiris halfway down
Made my gun slip uh