Ballout - Red Eye Outro lyrics

[Intro] Wooh, phew, phew, phew [Chorus] Hundred shots off the chop stick, getchu head took (Grah Grah Grah) Ridin' 'round with 30 pounds about to get ran through (Yeah) The condo at the top seater, ocean san too (Vroom) I'm in the ZO, 6 clue of 8, probably say it's 10 coupe (Skrt) My chopper from Iran and this b*tch FN too (Grah Grah) In Cali smokin' Gross, in Miami smokin' on K2 (K2) Took the b*tch set on her, whatchu did to them ni**as? They hate you (They hate who?) If I weren't gettin' money and count up, I'd hate too (Yeah) The Redeye go 220, I’ma leave the state troops (Skrt Skrt) The opps ain't gettin' no money, tellin' and they hatin' too (They broke, they hate) These ni**as not even hustlin', they linkin' up makin' groups (Huh) I'm out in LA, mansion gate with a big pool (Woo) [Verse] I'm out in LA, ballin' I think they got the memo' Been Ballin', baby I think she heard the demo (Did she get the mixtape?) 120 on the radar just to speed by (Skrt) Ben Franklin and Grant Jackson, I'm spendin' dead guys (Fff beep) Lil shorty say she puerto rican and she said "Hi" I told her put my number in her phone and I sled by (Go) I dropped lil momma off at there, I neither said "Bye" (Yeah) The sky's the limit, what you gon' do? ni**a 365 (Yeah) Ballin' in LA with my ni**as, we be high (Wasted) Ballin' in Miami, everywhere we go, we fly (Huh) We gon' fu*k that bag up everytime we come outside (Dummy) It's a pint gettin' dropped everytime I come outside (Phew) [Chorus] Hundred shots off the chop stick, getchu head took (Grah Grah Grah) Ridin' 'round with 30 pounds about to get ran through (Yeah) The condo at the top seater, ocean san too (Vroom) I'm in the ZO, 6 clue of 8, probably say it's 10 coupe (Skrt) My chopper from Iran and this b*tch FN too (Grah Grah) In Cali smokin' Gross, in Miami smokin' on K2 (K2) Took the b*tch set on her, whatchu did to them ni**as? They hate you (They hate who?) If I weren't gettin' money and count up, I'd hate too (Yeah) The Redeye go 220, I’ma leave the state troops (Skrt Skrt) The opps ain't gettin' no money, tellin' and they hatin' too (They broke, they hate) These ni**as not even hustlin', they linkin' up makin' groups (Huh) I'm out in LA, mansion gate with a big pool (Woo)