Eyes Red - 1st, Retro

I’m in this hoe like Trojan, Michael Phelps I’m strokin

Then I’m wiz khalifa smokin, eyes red and they loccin

Eyes red and they loccin x4

Now I be ridin with some riders, yeah my clique some fighters

Boy we on fire and you gassed up like lighters

Nuff said the nicest under Pink Slip it’s a crisis

I got the touch like midas spreading 8 legs like spiders

I got em, got it?

Oh my god I’m so on it

Gettin tail like sonic, more rocks then onix

Houston shit when I fuck a bitch I go hard then (harden) I rock it (rocket)

You bougie bitch you ain’t used to this so get the fuck up out of my pockets

Wait, can I get a moment of silence

My weed loud, my money talk while yall stayin quite

Pockets on riot my blunt is on pilot

I’m on some fly shit, no sample don’t try this

I’m big joker high, I don’t joke

I’m just smokin hot, I don’t smoke

I’m my eye dee das

I’m super clean

I body wash, I don’t soap

Yeah, I’m on it, I’m on it You can paraphrase, but don’t quote

Cuz I’m trade marked

I’m paid smart

How you broke dumb, I don’t know, unh

Eyes read your expression

Yo eyes red from impression

Yo eyes big, cuz I did

I’m ressessin in the recession

I call the shots, no textin

Yeah I played this game, no lessons

Do you wanna test me, no question

Success is my destiny

I think big, no less of me Cheese and bread in the recipe

I just cross paper, that’s legacy

This is God’s flow, nothin left of me Holy ghost, no exorcism

I’m on point, I’m on the metric system

I will prevail

I won’t bail

I don’t fail

That’s repetition

Red eyes they loc’n, pepe I’m smoking.

Two blunts of that strong got me feeling like Hulk Hogan.

All I smoke is fiya, blunts thicker then tires.

Friday the 13th I smoke with Michael Myers.

Getting high steady blowing green, if I’m sippin lean then I’m fast asleep.

Every day of the week I’m smoking Michael Phelps, with a crowd of people maybe

by myself.

Retro I’m a smoke aholic getting higher than the atmosphere.

Copperfield when I pop a pill, when I pop a pill I dissapear.

Eastwood out to stop six, hood niggas we smoke loud.

Act a fool we acting out that 70's show till we pass out.