Lyrics wifisfuneral – Eyez Low

Wifisfuneral:
Ayy, yeah
Runnin’ that street life
Yeah, 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

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

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

Danny Towers:
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

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 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