Eyes Red - Slim Guerilla, DJ Slim K

Yeah you cry your eyes red cause she left you on read

Sippin' over ignant bitches man what’s going through your head

Worried ‘bout the wrong shit need to be about your bread

If it ain’t about a dollar I can’t figure out what she said

Gotta let you know came real slow with your money flow

Knock your hoe and we chillin' with some fried chicken and french toast

All my niggas stumped down so we don’t gotta tip toe

Players never thirsty baby I just need my chance hoe

Stick to that paper chasin'

Niggas is twitter datin'

Whip out the wrong things you fucking up your concentration

Hoe I ain’t perpetratin', pimping the circulation

Under some palm trees while my chicken is marinatin'

I’m a passion nigga always gotta eat good

I don’t really smoke but my niggas rolling woods

Wanna stop a player i know you wish a nigga would

Lsa up in my cup you know i keep it raw