Lyrics Eyez Low (feat. Danny Towers) - wifisfuneral , Danny Towers
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
Ain't
nothin′
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
tweakin'
My
white
bitch,
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
fuck
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
bitch,
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
dick
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
bitches
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
1 Tic Tac - Intro
2 ItTakes2ToTango
3 Grim Pt. 2 (feat. Dirty Face Smook)
4 Centerfold (feat. Kid Trunks, 458 Keez & Danny Towers)
5 LoyaltyRunsDeepInDaLongRun
6 Eyez Low (feat. Danny Towers)
7 Wrist Motion
8 lil jeff hardy
9 Weigh !t Out! (feat. 458 Keez & Cris Dinero)
10 BloodyBoysWhoCriedWolf (feat. Chxpo)
11 Jackie Chan
12 1st Day Out (feat. YG Ivy)
13 DisDaHateSongBby - Outro
14 3 Xans
15 Wya? (feat. Ugly God) - Remix
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