Eyes On Niggas Lyrics

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Eyes On Niggas Lyrics

by Z-Ro

f/ Trae



(*talking*)

Ha, S.U.C. to the motherfucking fullest

Me and my nigga Trae and Duwan

Steady everyday dump bullets, on you hoe ass

Bitch made niggas, I got my switchblade nigga



[Hook - 2x]

We ride on niggas, and disguise on niggas

Glock cocked we hop out, and surprise on niggas

Fiending to pull another homicide, on niggas

So I keep my enemies close, and my eyes on niggas



[Z-Ro]

I keep my eyes on niggas, cause they watching me

Setting up road blocks, planning on stopping me

But they can't stop me G, cause I'm way too throwed

Blowing on dro, so I'm way too blowed

I'm way too dranked out, sipping on bar

Don't matter who you is, don't matter who you are

I flip with my kin folk, Jay'Ton

Got my motherfucking, AK on

Your motherfucking fo'head

Like Darrel Burton, I'll be leaving many mo' dead

Up in the motherfucking bushes, nigga don't push me

I'll leave the scene red and gushy, like pussy

Don't give a fuck about nothing, but my paper

Holla at you later, me and Trae and Jay about to pull a caper

Running up in your motherfucking house, today and tomorr-a

Taking your TV, and your V-C to the R-a



[Hook - 2x]



[Z-Ro]

I don't give a fuck, no mo'

It's the nigga Ro, and I stay on dro

Gotta have a crease, in my motherfucking clothes

Standing on the stage, rock a crucified show

Holla at the Trae, holla at the Jay'Ton

I can make the season change, at the wave of a wand

We don't give a damn about nothing, but stacking

Reneglade packing, steady bad ac'ing

Ask Lil' C, cause he's a bad actor

That's my damn partna, man and we after

Nothing but the platinum placks, gold placks and all of that

Fatter stack, cause we don't know how to act

We don't jack, nigga we get it legal

I'ma have a bitch barking, that's my desert eagle

Once it bark, everybody gon listen

Everytime I smile, my gold and diamond glissen



[Hook - 2x]



[Trae]

We ride on niggas, then we glide on niggas

Popping trunk on 4's, and look fly on niggas

If a nigga talking down, I'm fin to slide me a nigga

Put his ass six feet, then I'll be a grave digger

That's the Trae, the nigga from the Maab

And I don't give a damn, you see me strutting in my dob

I'm looking so playa in a throwback, with a black Lac

Grab a gat where the haters at, time to push back

Like I'm Fat Pat doing em raw, I put it down

One more time for the shine, when I put it on I'm blind

Have they ever seen a G, like Trae

Coming through sideways, flip the Few Quay

Repping for the blue and the gray, all day

You ever see my mug, get to mean that I don't play

I'm quick to spray, I'm with a K and a Mack 1-0

I'm fin to leave a bitch dead, with a tag on the toe



[Hook - 2x]