Trae Tha Truth - Eyes On n***as lyrics

(*talking*) Ha, S.U.C. to the motherf**ing fullest Me and my n***a Trae and Duwan Steady everyday dump bullets, on you hoe a** b**h made n***as, I got my switchblade n***a [Hook - 2x] We ride on n***as, and disguise on n***as Glock co*ked we hop out, and surprise on n***as Fiending to pull another homicide, on n***as So I keep my enemies close, and my eyes on n***as [Z-Ro] I keep my eyes on n***as, 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 motherf**ing, AK on Your motherf**ing fo'head Like Darrel Burton, I'll be leaving many mo' dead Up in the motherf**ing bushes, n***a don't push me I'll leave the scene red and gushy, like p**y Don't give a f** about nothing, but my paper Holla at you later, me and Trae and Jay about to pull a caper Running up in your motherf**ing 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 f**, no mo' It's the n***a Ro, and I stay on dro Gotta have a crease, in my motherf**ing 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, n***a we get it legal I'ma have a b**h 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 n***as, then we glide on n***as Popping trunk on 4's, and look fly on n***as If a n***a talking down, I'm fin to slide me a n***a Put his a** six feet, then I'll be a grave digger That's the Trae, the n***a 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 b**h dead, with a tag on the toe [Hook - 2x]