
Bloody Eyes Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2025
Lyrics
Oh, oh, yeah
This on a whole different level like, no bullshit at all (Oh, oh, yeah)
(I'm gonna live forever)
Yeah, Oh, oh, yeah
Yeah, Oh, oh, yeah
(Bitch, huh, yeah)
Brand new shawty, Cuban (yeah, yeah)
Brand new drake, use it (yeah)
Beat it up, abuse it (yeah yeah)
In Canada, yeah, I was steady rolling (yeah, yeah)
Now they patrolling (yeah)
Tryna Catch me in the open (Bitch)
Yeah uh (yeah, yeah)
Tryna Catch me in the mother fuckin' open (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
In the mother fuckin' open, yeah
Brand new cheque, smoke that
Bloody eyes, roll back
.40 on me, get back
You don't wanna face that
True love, I can't fake that
And girl you make that
Wake up, gonna bake yeah
I can't be late yeah
Roll that when I wake up (when I wake up)
I get the dough just like a baker (like a baker)
Shawty she breathing hard like Darth Vader (like Darth Vader)
I get the paper
I'm outside and you ain't ready for that (oh)
Pull up in the foreign (oh yeah, oh)
Off the xan's she snoring (oh yeah, oh yeah)
She gon' sleep right through the morning
When I'm with my brothers I can never lack (yeah yeah)
Shawty poured a four of that fake act
Remember when I faced the wood Till' a heart attack (damn)
Now I got to move on, I can't look back
And she rolling up the coke, she gon' sniff that
And when I get you on your own, I'm gon hit that (Bitch)
Brand new shawty, Cuban (yeah, yeah)
Brand new drake, use it (yeah)
Beat it up, abuse it (yeah yeah)
In Canada, yeah, I was steady rolling (yeah, yeah)
Now they patrolling (yeah)
Tryna Catch me in the open (Bitch)
Yeah uh (yeah, yeah)
Tryna Catch me in the mother fuckin' open (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
In the mother fuckin' open, yeah
Brand new cheque, smoke that
Bloody eyes, roll back
.40 on me, get back
You don't wanna face that
True love, I can't fake that
And girl you make that
Wake up, gonna bake yeah
I can't be late yeah
Brand new cheque, smoke that
Bloody eyes, roll back
.40 on me, get back
You don't wanna face that
True love, I can't fake that
And girl you make that
Wake up, gonna bake yeah
I can't be late yeah
Yeah, Oh, oh, yeah
Yeah, Oh, oh, yeah