Lyrics : Isaih Rivera
Music : Isaih Rivera
Eyez Low （-Wifisfuneral/Danny Towers
Written by ：Isaih Rivera
Ayy yeah
Runnin'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 nothin'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
Today I woke up with them racks put five grams in my Backwood
38up 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 a complexion of this
I just might swim in your miss yes
Hold up lil'shorty you tweakin'
My white b***h she geekin'
Run through them stacks like LeBron with no defense
Wax on them like Mr.Miyagi
Daniel-san know that it's best you don't try me
Smokin'on kill I call that poison ivy
Wrist lookin'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 nothin'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 nothin'I can do about that
Today I woke up with the urge
To lay a **** nigga in the dirt
He look suspicious no lurkin'on our turf
So them pistols loaded
Put me through hell I will prevail
I'm pistol toting
This life's a b***h but she'll let you hit once you get to know her
My Blood told me the judge on me
I'm tip-toein' my d**k showin'
Really I got no trust in these niggas
See me I feel no sympathy
I'm dustin' these niggas
Put a blade to my face 2K for the play
I'm bustin' these b*****s
If he can't get you you gon' make a nigga
Pull up for the rest of you niggas
I'm wishin' death on you niggas yeah
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 nothin'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 nothin'I can do about that