Trae Tha Truth, Z-Ro - Eyes On Niggas lyrics

Ha, SUC to the motherfucking fullest
Me and my nigga Trae and Duwan
Steady everyday dump bullets, on you hoe ass
Bitch made niggas, I got my switchblade nigga

We ride on niggas, and disguise on niggas
Glock cocked we hop out
And surprise on niggas
Fiending to pull another homicide, on niggas
So I keep my enemies close
And my eyes on niggas

I keep my eyes on niggas
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 motherfucking, AK on
Your motherfucking fo'head
Like Darrel Burton
I'll be leaving many mo' dead
Up in the motherfucking bushes
Nigga don't push me
I'll leave the scene red and gushy
Like pussy don't give a fuck about nothing
But my paper holla at you later
Me and Trae and Jay about to pull a caper
Running up in your motherfucking house
Today and tomorr-a
Taking your TV, and your V-C to the R-a

I don't give a fuck, no mo'
It's the nigga Ro, and I stay on dro
Gotta have a crease
In my motherfucking 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, nigga we get it legal
I'ma have a bitch barking
That's my desert eagle
Once it bark, everybody gon listen
Everytime I smile
My gold and diamond glissen

We ride on niggas, then we glide on niggas
Popping trunk on 4's, and look fly on niggas
If a nigga talking down
I'm fin to slide me a nigga
Put his ass six feet
Then I'll be a grave digger
That's the Trae, the nigga 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 bitch dead
With a tag on the toe