Eyez Low
(专辑: Boy Who Cried Wolf - 2017)
[Wifisfuneral:] Ayy, yeah Running that street life Yeah, yeah Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah Cris Dinero Ayy, yeah, ayy, yeah Ayy, okay, like Eyes low, ay, smoked out like, "Where my roof at?" Drop the
top, ay, ride out the
coupe, my yap' won't kick back Big booty ho, break her down just like a
Kit-Kat Niggas be fake, ay, niggas be snakes Ain't nothing I
can do about that Eyes low, ay, smoked out like, "Where my roof at?" Drop the
top, ay, ride out the
coupe, my yap' won't kick back Big booty ho, break her down just like a
Kit-Kat Niggas be fake, ay, niggas be snakes Ain't nothing I
can do about that Today I
woke up with them racks, put five grams in my Backwood .38 up on my hip, won't slip No face, no case, that's racks in the
book Bring it back like a
boomerang, yeah, don't look Crystal on my neck look like 3M I
know your boyfriend wanna be me, yeah we see him Take the
swag, take the
swag, you need it, ay She said my chain the
complexion of piss I
just might swim in your miss, yes Hold up, lil' shorty, you tweaking My white bitch, she geeking Run through them stacks like LeBron with no defense Wax up on them like Mr. Miyagi Daniel-san, know that it's best you don't try me Smoking on kill, I
call that poison ivy Wrist looking like a
rock made out of water Eyes low, ay, smoked out like, "Where my roof at?" Drop the
top, ay, ride out the
coupe, my yap' won't kick back Big booty ho, break her down just like a
Kit-Kat Niggas be fake, ay, niggas be snakes Ain't nothing I
can do about that Eyes low, ay, smoked out like, "Where my roof at?" Drop the
top, ay, ride out the
coupe, my yap' won't kick back Big booty ho, break her down just like a
Kit-Kat Niggas be fake, ay, niggas be snakes Ain't nothing I
can do about that [Danny Towers:] Today I
woke up with the
urge To lay a
fuck nigga in the
dirt He look suspicious, no lurking on our turf So them pistols loaded Put me through hell, I
will prevail I'm pistol toting This life's a
bitch, but she'll let you hit once you get to know her My Blood told me the
judge on me I'm tip-toeing, my dick showing Really, I
got no trust in these niggas See me, I
feel no sympathy I'm dusting these niggas Put a
blade to my face, 2K for the
play I'm busting these bitches If he can't get you, you gon' make a
nigga pull up for the
rest of you niggas I'm wishing death on you niggas, yeah [Wifisfuneral:] Eyes low, ay, smoked out like, "Where my roof at?" Drop the
top, ay, ride out the
coupe, my yap' won't kick back Big booty ho, break her down just like a
Kit-Kat Niggas be fake, ay, niggas be snakes Ain't nothing I
can do about that Eyes low, ay, smoked out like, "Where my roof at?" Drop the
top, ay, ride out the
coupe, my yap' won't kick back Big booty ho, break her down just like a
Kit-Kat Niggas be fake, ay, niggas be snakes Ain't nothing I
can do about that