[Verse 1: Bibi Bourelly]
I am lost, but I'm on my way
I've lied, but I make all honest mistakes
Friends and foes, they all look the same
High as fuck, man, drunk as hell, we in outer space, oh no, no
When it comes to hoes I pick quantity over quality
Ratchet but I guess I like thuggery
I'm mashed up but you is comin' on to me
All I know I can feel you comin' on to me
Chances are you know I'm nasty
And passionate and some call me trashy
But I ain't, I'm just...
With the shit when it comes to you
Lit

[Chorus: Bibi Bourelly]
Red eye, red eye, red eye, red eye, wasted
I got two bitches on different bitches
Hundred thou', Kylies and Kims, yeah backstage and
Red eye, red eye, red eye, red eye, wasted
Blazin', blazin'

[Verse 2: Bibi Bourelly]
Feelin' like a job for me
Winnin', winnin', winnin', I do it openly
And all you bummas wouldn't stop provokin' me
I say what I want, I say what I want, I say what I want openly
Tired of wolves are preachin' like they're sheep
Just to say shit they don't mean, nah, nah
Hipsters always in their scene
Tired of wolves are preachin' like they're sheep

[Chorus: Bibi Bourelly]
Red eye, red eye, red eye, red eye, wasted
I got two bitches on different bitches
Hundred thou', Kylies and Kims, yeah backstage and
Red eye, red eye, red eye, red eye, wasted
Blazin', blazin'