| We got London on da Track
|
| Drop top, wop
|
| If Young Metro don’t trust you, I’m gon' shoot you
|
| Cartier frames, call me four eyes
|
| Still can cook a deuce up with both eyes closed
|
| A lot of people still got a lot of shit to say about the clothes and the pics I
|
| post
|
| But it’s a beautiful day outside today
|
| Don’t know which car I’ma drive today
|
| Promoter just brought me 200 grand and I’ma count it by hand all hundreds with
|
| both eyes closed
|
| I’ve got a chick so fine, make a blind man see her
|
| She runnin' through my mind, that’s a fine idea
|
| And I ain’t Blake Griffin, I don’t drive no Kia
|
| If it ain’t 10 mil, I can’t sign no deal
|
| I’m all about a check, fresh Nikes, let’s do it
|
| And I spy a bitch that wanna scrape, get to it
|
| Trap tutorial, ridin' down Memorial
|
| From the bando to the Waldorf Astoria
|
| If you don’t like to see niggas shine, then close your eyes then
|
| I’ll be on a private island, vibin' to violins
|
| Autobiography, Gucci Mane the author
|
| And I’m the trap sponsor, Gucci Mane’s the father
|
| Eight figure nigga just walked into Walter’s
|
| If you ain’t gettin' money then move out of Georgia
|
| 100 tapes and goin', go check my discography
|
| The freshest nigga livin', go check your photography
|
| Cartier frames, call me four eyes
|
| Still can cook a deuce up with both eyes closed
|
| A lot of people still got a lot of shit to say about the clothes and the pics I
|
| post
|
| But it’s a beautiful day outside today
|
| Don’t know which car I’ma drive today
|
| Promoter just brought me 200 grand and I’ma count it by hand all hundreds with
|
| both eyes closed
|
| I just drove the Tesla with both eyes closed
|
| Made a 100 thousand on the one-eyed stove
|
| Two-tone Wraith and a two-tone PP
|
| Walked out of Gucci with the two-tone GG
|
| Bulletproof Rhino, coke color albino
|
| Yeah, my sauce A1, no Fogo de Chão
|
| Makin' money in piles sellin' people the Pyro
|
| Click the link in the bio, I’m the illest that I know
|
| I’m the illest to rivals, all my cars got a title
|
| Had to Roc just like Tidal, sell a preacher the Bible
|
| I’m a hustler for real, sell a hospital vital
|
| Sell my cousin some Adderall 'cause he takin' his finals
|
| Tity Boi your highness, make it through any crisis
|
| All I do is look straight, all the bullshit behind us
|
| Got the 'ier on the bracelet, got the 'ier on the frame
|
| Got the 'ier on the watch, 'ier to the game
|
| Cartier frames, call me four eyes
|
| Still can cook a deuce up with both eyes closed
|
| A lot of people still got a lot of shit to say about the clothes and the pics I
|
| post
|
| But it’s a beautiful day outside today
|
| Don’t know which car I’ma drive today
|
| Promoter just brought me 200 grand and I’ma count it by hand all hundreds with
|
| both eyes closed
|
| Don’t mean to brag and boast, but I be fresher than most
|
| Ran through my first million playin' on the West Coast
|
| Keep some pretty girls 'round me everywhere that I go
|
| We made it out the streets, pop a bottle, let’s make a toast
|
| I run circles 'round scrap niggas with a blindfold
|
| And she said «Let's make love», want me to fuck with my eyes closed
|
| But lil' mama so fine when she took her clothes off
|
| I went straight in it both eyes closed
|
| (You're crazy bruh)
|
| Ha, wait a minute, I’m fresh as fuck, let me strike a pose
|
| Hands down, iced up, white and rose gold
|
| She walkin' 'round my penthouse in my Versace robe
|
| Since a juvenile I stuck to the G code
|
| Servin' out the kitchen but I never touched the stove
|
| I told my bitch «You mine’s now, you ain’t gotta work
|
| Just keep it real and let’s go spend the mils»
|
| Cartier frames, call me four eyes
|
| Still can cook a deuce up with both eyes closed
|
| A lot of people still got a lot of shit to say about the clothes and the pics I
|
| post
|
| But it’s a beautiful day outside today
|
| Don’t know which car I’ma drive today
|
| Promoter just brought me 200 grand and I’ma count it by hand all hundreds with
|
| both eyes closed |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Both Eyes Closed, artist - Gucci Mane. Album song Droptopwop, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп