Eyes On n*ggas lyrics

(*talking*)
Ha, S.U.C. to the motherf*cking fullest
Me and my n*gga Trae and Duwan
Steady everyday dump bullets, on you hoe ass
b*tch made n*ggas, I got my switchblade n*gga

[Hook - 2x]
We ride on n*ggas, and disguise on n*ggas
Glock c*cked we hop out, and surprise on n*ggas
Fiending to pull another homicide, on n*ggas
So I keep my enemies close, and my eyes on n*ggas

[Z-Ro]
I keep my eyes on n*ggas, 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 motherf*cking, AK on
Your motherf*cking fo'head
Like Darrel Burton, I'll be leaving many mo' dead
Up in the motherf*cking bushes, n*gga don't push me
I'll leave the scene red and gushy, like pus*y
Don't give a f*ck about nothing, but my paper
Holla at you later, me and Trae and Jay about to pull a caper
Running up in your motherf*cking house, today and tomorr-a
Taking your TV, and your V-C to the R-a
[Hook - 2x]

[Z-Ro]
I don't give a f*ck, no mo'
It's the n*gga Ro, and I stay on dro
Gotta have a crease, in my motherf*cking 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, n*gga we get it legal
I'ma have a b*tch barking, that's my desert eagle
Once it bark, everybody gon listen
Everytime I smile, my gold and diamond glissen

[Hook - 2x]

[Trae]
We ride on n*ggas, then we glide on n*ggas
Popping trunk on 4's, and look fly on n*ggas
If a n*gga talking down, I'm fin to slide me a n*gga
Put his ass six feet, then I'll be a grave digger
That's the Trae, the n*gga 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 b*tch dead, with a tag on the toe
[Hook - 2x]