Name: redeye by kill hill
Duration: 2 min 8 s
Description: i hope you enjoy listening, ill be back soon.

Holly shit this one has gotta be my fav on the album 🖤🖤🖤

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(Prod. Vlex & damn)
LYRICS :

(MOB2PSYCHO - HOOK)
They been staring conversate like who that in the cut 
I be the one walk in the building they like oh my god it’s mob 
Pussy really thought he had me beat but I came back just to fuck shit up
Like run it up 
bust it up 
40 round glock and I keep it tucked 

(MOB2PSYCHO - VERSE)
Like shit god dam 
Clutch in watch me drift this shit
Going 100 in my lane while she suck my dick 
Finna come up on a bag while I up this blick 
Why u acting like a snitch like riddle me shit
Got him feeling kinda dumb cause I fucked his bitch
Making money from the jump like I sell big bricks
On the mic I’m a flu cause I’m way too sick 
Bitch I’m never gone fold cause I been like this 

(ay, ay)
I’m picking pockets 
I hit and drop em 
Talk shit I pop him 
Swing back then sock him 
Cock back I shot him
Lay flat in coffin
This bitch she gothic
My flow atomic
My girl exotic
Flow supersonic
I get it popping 
Like dam I be sicko 
Headshot get popped like a pimple  
Im a go slide go kill that simple 

Like whoah 
Bitch you a hoe
making my money and rolling up dough 
Fuck up a bag now she liking my flow 
And she talk about love told her get out my home 

No cap this hoe really caked up 
Face up 
Bad lil bitch still pretty with no makeup 
Ace up 
Got a big bank and I’m stacking up paper 
Get it right back got a red beam laser 

(EVER - VERSE)
Wait, tell me again, 
I ain’t heard what you said
Got a spliff to my lips 
And a bottle to sip
I’ve been stuntin’, fuckin’, runnin’ up a couple hunnid thousand
Pockets pushing pounds and often Make a sound of cha-ching
What’s on my wrist
You see baby, ba-bling
Prominent figure 
With prominent figures 
I keep it pushing like a trigger finger
I don’t wanna piece 
Of other’s dinner - 
I want the whole plate
Call up the martians 
To take me away
Go hit the bank and 
Deposit a safe’s worth
I’m in the crib with 
My blunt and my paper
Fuck is you sayin’? 
Bitch stay in yo lane
Call up the martians 
To take me away
Go hit the bank and 
Deposit a safe’s worth
I’m in the crib with 
my blunt and my paper, Mob

(INFINITY - VERSE)
On my way to meet the devil at the crossroads 
I been searching for him ever since I fucking lost hope
Where did the all time go?
I wish that I could make it slow down
It just keeps passing me by
Like a sign on the highway
But I dont ever read them, cuz I’d rather do it my way
My life been a blur, moving way too fast for time frames

Better take a flic, so you can keep it in your minds eye
125 when I ride, like I’m tryna die
Smokin on a big 3.5 in a backwood
Need it, Want it, Did it, Had too
No limitations theres nothing i cant do
Ion wanna fuck with no bitch thats ran through

(oou)
Aint felt like this in a minute
Cookin im whippin im chef in the kitchen
Hop on the track spit it hot like a skillet
Boil the oil then throw in the chicken

(Like everyday mufucka, you ain't even know. It's 301, or nothing.)

(MOB2PSYCHO - HOOK)
They been staring conversate like who that in the cut 
I be the one walk in the building they like oh my god it’s mob 
Pussy really thought he had me beat but I came back just to fuck shit up
Like run it up 
bust it up 
40 round glock and I keep it tucked

redeye

kill hill

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