YoungBoy Never Broke Again - Red Eye lyrics

Yeah, yeah, yeah (Oh, ohh)
I'm a real, I'm a real i'm a real deal 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 the 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
Fuck 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 Ne 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 the 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 nowhere but with you
From the bottom all the way
Back to my section
Everyday, yeah, we be steppin'
Fuck chasin', I will not be through
I'm all caught up with money
Like, "Fuck this dream, it ain't nothin'"
And fuck 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 the 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)

Yeah (Slime)