Lyrics Eyes Low - Yung Simmie, Lil Champ Fway

Eyes Low

I came up straight from the dirt
Seen niggas lose they life over turf
Might roll the purp', observe
Fuck niggas is absurd
Don’t think smart, blood on the curb
Hit the fence and police swerve
My mind drift when I’m on the herb
Triflin' bitches, they got some nerve
People watchin, now they reachin'
Who is you, why you speakin'?
Eyes low we hella' chiefin'
Roll another one for no reason
I’m serious like T.I.P
Fucked up off G.T.V
Shout out to Birdman, my niggas still posted on the curb damn
All the damn time I stay weeded (weeded!)
Hell yeah I want it I need it (I need it!)
Up here posted with the angels
Cause I’m in a world full of demons
Tell that bitch welcome to the darkside
One fight, phonk' a nigga then we all ride
I be the nigga who hit her
I be the nigga who with her
She rollin my swisher, ain’t takin no pictures
I might just dismiss her
Dont love her, dont kiss her
You love her, you miss her
I’m chillin' with two
Just thought that you knew
The lyrical pistol I’m aiming at you, and Zimmerman too
No coppin' a deuce, I lean off the juice
Purple drank sip, just me and my crew
They want me to stop but I do what I do
So look at me, look at me countin' this loot
My eyes hella' low so nigga who you
My eyes hella' red, I’mma smoke til' I’m dead
Five blunts to the head, won’t talk to the feds, I’m splittin' they head
Don’t play with my bread
Guillotine flow cause it’s off for the head
Fuckin' your bitch til' we fall off the bed
Cause the flow like braille when it’s red
Hammer in my hand that’s a nail to your head
I smoke loud pack you can smell it in my dreads
And my whole team G yeah you heard what I said
Before you catch rep with my team, who you?
My eyes hella low, all I see is my boots
I’m talkin to your girl and she say that she like me
Young ass nigga got kids like Spike Lee!