CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : EYES
(Young Rich Squad)
Yo', mm, mm, yo'
n***as be beefing a lot
I don't do none of the talking, just chill with my shorty
If he want smoke, send my bro
He pull up with the action and bust with a .40
I'm with yo' b*t*h getting naughty
She drop her pants, my whip is so sporty
Do what the streets always taught me
Stack up my bread and just watch where you walking
I know he pu**y, he talking, but never action
You know I'm packing
I do this sh*t with a passion
That's why I'm splashing
Diamonds is dancing
You n***as stuck in the past and I'm in the future
Race me, I'll lose ya'
You n***as copy, you junior
My n***as shoot, ya' chopper gon' tune ya'
I had to get in my bag, I had to get bread
I can't do the broke
I just be sipping that Henny, I smoke on that gas
I can't do the coke
I'm in that Phantom, like Danny
Yo' b*t*h drop her panties as soon as I spoke
Young n***as getting that money
I laugh to the bank like that sh*t is a joke
We just be vibe
I'm with the gang, we call it the tribe
Get with the time
Jewish and sh*t, but my lawyer still bribe
Can you describe me?
b*t*h I'm the king, just know I get live
I'm with the tommy
Ain't no Hilfiger, this chopper gon' drive
b*t*h, you a mess
You need a pack? Then say less
My n***as is blessed
Aim at ya' top, f**k a vest
Yo' b*t*h giving neck, she like how I dress
I'm 21, so I'm stressed a millionaire
Who would of guessed?
I'm finna floss like it's crest
I'm doing my thing, shorty, you know the rest
This one don't need any hook, I came here to gas, you came here to fish
I got my sh*t from the cook, you know he the chef, his special the brick
I write my sh*t like a book, it's easy to me, why you n***as look p*ssed?
I'm sorry, shorty, you shook?
I know that you love me, I'm never gon' kiss
You n***as weird, my n***a
I'm never gon' fear no n***a I'm talking 'bout
You prolly fear my n***as
'Cause we with the peels and triggers, I'm talking 'bout
Banana clip on the AK
Send 'em out, have you hit on the same day
I did this sh*t for the pay day
How we living, we ain't take the Safeway
b*t*h, I might shoot a n***a
Meet my ruger, n***a, yeah, yeah
I did the drums on this beat
Like Lex Luger, n***a, yeah yeah
'Kachi, he snapped on the melly
It's free that boy Melly, I think about murder
If I ain't rap, I'ma felly
Just wishing for opps showing up, Timmy Turner
b*t*h, I'm the best, feel like a winner
You know the vibe
Eat chicken breast, had that for dinner
You know what time, I know I'm blessed
b*t*h, I'm a sinner, we finna die
Gucci my vest
So if you gon' kill me, shoot at my eyes
You better shoot at my eyes
n***a better
Boy, better shoot me right in my f**king head, you shoot at me, n***a
n***as finna die today
Yo', mm, mm, yo'
n***as be beefing a lot
I don't do none of the talking, just chill with my shorty
If he want smoke, send my bro
He pull up with the action and bust with a .40
I'm with yo' b*t*h getting naughty
She drop her pants, my whip is so sporty
Do what the streets always taught me
Stack up my bread and just watch where you walking
I know he pu**y, he talking, but never action
You know I'm packing
I do this sh*t with a passion
That's why I'm splashing
Diamonds is dancing
You n***as stuck in the past and I'm in the future
Race me, I'll lose ya'
You n***as copy, you junior
My n***as shoot, ya' chopper gon' tune ya'
I had to get in my bag, I had to get bread
I can't do the broke
I just be sipping that Henny, I smoke on that gas
I can't do the coke
I'm in that Phantom, like Danny
Yo' b*t*h drop her panties as soon as I spoke
Young n***as getting that money
I laugh to the bank like that sh*t is a joke
We just be vibe
I'm with the gang, we call it the tribe
Get with the time
Jewish and sh*t, but my lawyer still bribe
Can you describe me?
b*t*h I'm the king, just know I get live
I'm with the tommy
Ain't no Hilfiger, this chopper gon' drive
b*t*h, you a mess
You need a pack? Then say less
My n***as is blessed
Aim at ya' top, f**k a vest
Yo' b*t*h giving neck, she like how I dress
I'm 21, so I'm stressed a millionaire
Who would of guessed?
I'm finna floss like it's crest
I'm doing my thing, shorty, you know the rest
This one don't need any hook, I came here to gas, you came here to fish
I got my sh*t from the cook, you know he the chef, his special the brick
I write my sh*t like a book, it's easy to me, why you n***as look p*ssed?
I'm sorry, shorty, you shook?
I know that you love me, I'm never gon' kiss
You n***as weird, my n***a
I'm never gon' fear no n***a I'm talking 'bout
You prolly fear my n***as
'Cause we with the peels and triggers, I'm talking 'bout
Banana clip on the AK
Send 'em out, have you hit on the same day
I did this sh*t for the pay day
How we living, we ain't take the Safeway
b*t*h, I might shoot a n***a
Meet my ruger, n***a, yeah, yeah
I did the drums on this beat
Like Lex Luger, n***a, yeah yeah
'Kachi, he snapped on the melly
It's free that boy Melly, I think about murder
If I ain't rap, I'ma felly
Just wishing for opps showing up, Timmy Turner
b*t*h, I'm the best, feel like a winner
You know the vibe
Eat chicken breast, had that for dinner
You know what time, I know I'm blessed
b*t*h, I'm a sinner, we finna die
Gucci my vest
So if you gon' kill me, shoot at my eyes
You better shoot at my eyes
n***a better
Boy, better shoot me right in my f**king head, you shoot at me, n***a
n***as finna die today
