Dave East, Buda, Grandz, DJ Drama - Eyes Can See lyrics
DJ Drama [Tyree Cinque Simmons] Philadelphia, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Dave East, Buda, Grandz, DJ Drama - Eyes Can See lyrics]
BNG from the dirt
From the
Sliding through the city with
Hitters that really rock
Time to make a movie let's
Shoot it on any block
Felt bad for him they shot him he Milly rock
Hard to stand the heat around
Niggas that's really hot
Rappers acting tough in these
Videos really cops
Know if I'm with Louie I'm
Good on them Philly blocks
Put a switch on it I
Swear it be spilling shots
Five times a day try to pray I'm still a ock
Shooter used to tell me in
Queens don't kill a cop
Label tell me that's out the budget
I still l l ’ drop
Get a lawyer public defender
Gon get you locked and I still chop with the
Smokers that's selling socks
On defense don't even foul em
It's still a flop double G shit I might be
Gucci down in the spot
Give this shit to flex or clue
As soon as it drop
If you knew or not always in
Motion we do a lot
If you really got a problem with me
You could never sit in this Ferrari with me
Scope on the tops so this Glock can see
I ain't got a pay em you get shot for free
On MSNBC I got Ari with me
They book me to come out
I never party for free
Peep both hands baby pardon my rings
I almost relapsed
All them keep talking about lames
I can't do it
Not a day go by I don't be in the studio
Told this bitch I love her
Off shots of Don Julio
Paradise for gangsters I'm
Thinking like Coolio
Shouts to everybody that prayed
I would truly blow
Tuck it where you can't even
See it the tooly low
Roll until I go crazy-o And Toki know
I remember I'm only smoking the bully roll
I'd be up in jail if they
Knew what my hoodie know
Flip lit 3 or 4 bitches I'm good to go
East co Open yo chest up just pull it slow
I wanted the bricks straight white
That look like snow
Yes man all in my face that look like no
Amateurs can't even stand with him he a pro
Rest in peace black rob on
God that look like whoa
What happened to Virgil just got
Me a Louis coat if you knew o know we in
The spot we do the most
If you really got a problem with me
You could never sit in this Ferrari with me
Scope on the tops so this Glock can see
I ain't got a pay em you get shot for free
On MSNBC I got Ari with me
They book me to come out
I never party for free
Peep both hands baby pardon my rings
I almost relapsed
All them keep talking about lames
Can't do it
BNG from the Dirt
From the
Sliding through the city with
Hitters that really rock
Time to make a movie let's
Shoot it on any block
Felt bad for him they shot him he Milly rock
Hard to stand the heat around
Niggas that's really hot
Rappers acting tough in these
Videos really cops
Know if I'm with Louie I'm
Good on them Philly blocks
Put a switch on it I
Swear it be spilling shots
Five times a day try to pray I'm still a ock
Shooter used to tell me in
Queens don't kill a cop
Label tell me that's out the budget
I still l l ’ drop
Get a lawyer public defender
Gon get you locked and I still chop with the
Smokers that's selling socks
On defense don't even foul em
It's still a flop double G shit I might be
Gucci down in the spot
Give this shit to flex or clue
As soon as it drop
If you knew or not always in
Motion we do a lot
If you really got a problem with me
You could never sit in this Ferrari with me
Scope on the tops so this Glock can see
I ain't got a pay em you get shot for free
On MSNBC I got Ari with me
They book me to come out
I never party for free
Peep both hands baby pardon my rings
I almost relapsed
All them keep talking about lames
I can't do it
Not a day go by I don't be in the studio
Told this bitch I love her
Off shots of Don Julio
Paradise for gangsters I'm
Thinking like Coolio
Shouts to everybody that prayed
I would truly blow
Tuck it where you can't even
See it the tooly low
Roll until I go crazy-o And Toki know
I remember I'm only smoking the bully roll
I'd be up in jail if they
Knew what my hoodie know
Flip lit 3 or 4 bitches I'm good to go
East co Open yo chest up just pull it slow
I wanted the bricks straight white
That look like snow
Yes man all in my face that look like no
Amateurs can't even stand with him he a pro
Rest in peace black rob on
God that look like whoa
What happened to Virgil just got
Me a Louis coat if you knew o know we in
The spot we do the most
If you really got a problem with me
You could never sit in this Ferrari with me
Scope on the tops so this Glock can see
I ain't got a pay em you get shot for free
On MSNBC I got Ari with me
They book me to come out
I never party for free
Peep both hands baby pardon my rings
I almost relapsed
All them keep talking about lames
Can't do it
BNG from the Dirt