Visine

[Intro]

I ain't gonna lie

That shit cold

Whippin’ a brick in the kitchen

[Chorus]

I went to Texas for my Lean, went to Chicago for my beans

Run up on me, you get high-beamed, I be blackin' out like all day

My eyes redder than a Visine, I think I need me some Visine

I got three glizzys on me, you get hit, that's a [?] beam

[Open Verse]