Banta - Red Eyes lyrics

Red Eyes (feat. Banta) 3-15 //Chorus// (3-15) //Blunts rollin'; I'm high So strong you can smell it outside Windows rolled up in my ride Red eyes make 'em think I'm too high Said I got blunts rollin'; I'm high So strong you can smell it outside Windows rolled up in my ride Red eyes make 'em think I'm too high.// 1st Verse: (3-15) Lookin' at my watch, I know it's time to k** it; Should I do double time or keep it slow?/ I'm seekin' out a blondie cause I need a ho./ Need a dope spitta -I heed to feed ya hope./ I'm indeed a pro./ Google my lyrics, you better read it slow./ It's such an easy flow./ Take some notes and holla at me when you've mastered scattered patterns With your literature and if you need some help,/ I'll be onstage k**in' the beat./ Tryna make every bar as ill as can be./ I hate the struggle, but I'm still an emcee./ The crowd cold and silent so I'm bringin' the heat./ I might have a fine verse, but it's still a disease./ You wanna be the best but couldn't fill in the seat./ Lyrics epic, hectic epidemic thrill of the week./ I wanna rap 'til my releases make buzz like oil done spilled in the sea./ n***a mad cause his b**h lovin' her face held against my pillows and sheets./ Must've been the way I fell in her deep both occasions that I'd give her the D./ I'm just keepin' busy from beatin' my meat./ I'm a hero, but I got a villain beneath./ Upgrade my life so I may live in a suite./ It's okay -circle 'round ; I know y'all feel me a heap./ Fifteen wit his green -just stealin' the scene,/ And I'm a, I'm a problem for you f**as if you say nine plus ten is twenty-one./ Grams of that herb like just like the singles in my wallet and my white girls -I got plenty some./ I take a flow and I chop it; smokin' 'til I'm coughin'./ I'm simply a rap prophet, so battle me; get ya coffin./ So much rappin' -it is nonstop./ Sparkin' up my ganja./ We all know the mantra./ Forgive me- I'm flossin' like Sinatra./ Habit of havin' bunch of Hufflepuff blonde c*nts with bubble-bu*ts for my anaconda./ My misconduct,/ Is trippin' cause I construct,/ Internal internals with verbal inferno so nobody matches my raw stunt/ If I'm firin', you better run run, dumb dumb -because I'm on some,/ Pills that I chugged with Modelo and Loko/ Buzz got me slurrin' like some hell of a slowpoke/ Keep a steady tongue as much as I can when I'm spittin', but my view distorted on the sides like a Go-Pro/ When it comes to rappin', you just a social local with a slow role mojo/ Meanwhile, there's me wit' a mind of a mogul destined to be global I'm like Yugi Moto/ If we had to duel, I'd be there and we'd have a no-show/ Weed stanky like a hobo; Snap a photo/ Don't join the circle if you're spittin' writtens -that's a low blow Don't show up if you have no dro or no hoes, if we're chillin' at my dojo/ I want three girls from the same team for my Mojo Jojo/ Yo, bro, I'm oh so, mafioso. Oh, whoa/ She drop it so low -up; down like a yo-yo/ (whoa, bro.) A girlfriend means one, but I want a freaky duo so I show up solo/ You're funny askin' me to spit, thinkin' that I'm gon' choke And then you're the one dozin' in a chokehold/ I think it's 'bout time I pa** it off/ I need another hit to be blastin' off/ Rollin' up a J; yeah, I mastered Raws/ Pardon me, I have to cough/ //Chorus// (Banta) //Blunts rollin'; I'm high So strong you can smell it outside Windows rolled up in my ride Red eyes make 'em think I'm too high Said I got blunts rollin'; I'm high So strong you can smell it outside Windows rolled up in my ride Red eyes make 'em think I'm too high.// 2nd Verse: (Banta) You couldn't stop me if you tried./ My circuits have heated up now I feel online./ Checking my watch every second cause I feel my time./ The clock is ticking towards the end of this if I feel you tryna,/ Second guess and then belittle me./ Literally I been a beast./ I'm finna eat./ I'm looking for some MCs to replenish me./ So many plenty -yeah, that's the recipe./ Rappers getting hit with the R.I.P's but then don't rest in peace./ Yeah, the teamwork make the dream work,/ But I could turn your f**ing face into a t-shirt./ Catch me at the party I be turnt./ We just drinking and smoking and bumping PBR and Reefer./ Do your research./ But I don't give a f** what you say./ Other rappers are getting hung like Saddam Hussein./ I made my home inside of the music so that's where I'll stay./ I skate around a rink of thin ice with no penalty./ Don't put not pen on me, cause I'm feeling too lit./ No time for excuses like tulips, it's proven./ Who the f** is you fooling?/ With your foolishness, usually useful for using me -never again./ When I get on my session, I stay unimpressed with these rappers; Gonna tell 'em all rest in piss./ When they ask if I'm dope, I don't tell 'em; Not jellin' -not trippin' I show 'em it's too obvious./ This sh** I'm smoking got me feeling like I'm on one./ Had to ask around for f**s cause I ain't got none./ A hippie smoking mad weed like Mod Sun./ Probably only if my competition got some,/ Sort of problem chopping like a horror flick./ More than sore to be in horrorcore distorting with,/ The fire thats hotter than daddy bear's porridge is./ Trees smoke like a fire in the middle of a forest in,/ 80 degrees above decent,/ But if you'd please remain seated and stay recent./ Shaking the game until the f**ing weak ceases,/ And givin a weak mc's sheet seizures./ Believe me like Autumn you'll leaf in pieces./ I'm a f**ing lyrical genius./ Huffin' and puffin 'til I got you tweakin'./ I'm out of this world like I was born on Venus./ Straight shot dope like I was intravenous./ //Chorus// (Banta & 3-15) //Blunts rollin'; I'm high So strong you can smell it outside Windows rolled up in my ride Red eyes make 'em think I'm too high Said I got blunts rollin'; I'm high So strong you can smell it outside Windows rolled up in my ride Red eyes make 'em think I'm too high.//