Wifisfuneral - Eyez Low lyrics

[Intro – Wifisfuneral] Ayy, yeah Running that street life Yeah, yeah Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah Cris Dinero Ayy, yeah, ayy, yeah Ayy, okay, like [Hook/Chorus – 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 N****s be fake, ay, n****s 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 N****s be fake, ay, n****s be snakes Ain't nothing I can do about that [Verse 1 – Wifisfuneral] 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 a complexion of this I just might swim in your miss, yes Hold up, lil' shorty, you tweaking My white b***h, she geeking 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 Smoking on k**, I call that poison ivy Wrist looking like a rock made out of water [Hook/Chorus – 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 N****s be fake, ay, n****s 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 N****s be fake, ay, n****s be snakes Ain't nothing I can do about that [Verse 2 – Danny Towers] Today I woke up with the urge To lay a f**k n***a in the dirt He look suspicious, no lurking on our turf So them pistols loaded Put me through h**l, 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-toeing, my d**k showing Really, I got no trust in these n****s See me, I feel no sympathy I'm dusting these n****s Put a blade to my face, 2K for the play I'm busting these b*****s If he can't get you, you gon' make a n***a pull up for the rest of you n****s I'm wishing d**h on you n****s, yeah [Hook/Chorus – 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 N****s be fake, ay, n****s 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 N****s be fake, ay, n****s be snakes Ain't nothing I can do about that