Eye2DAsky Lyrics

To the sky, keep a Glock on my side, but if I need you, you gon' slide, but if I need

You, you gon' need you, you gon' need you, need you, need you, need you, need you, need

You

Keep my eyes to the sky, keep a Glock on my side, but if I need you, you gon' slide

Bitch, all my trappers still be steppin', shit, they causin' homicides and go back speedin'

Cuttin' up the traffic, swervin', pushin' weight, with my name ringin' in the street

This shit sound like a 308, we bendin' corners, fly right past the J's, the mob niggas on

Skates, just to be frank, I binge a mess, the Franklin's all up in my bank, I drop houses

They state to state, and put racks all up in the safe, bitch, can't give out no more

Chances, niggas try to call my bluff, I hit the cut with this big thumper, anybody can

Get touched, that goofy runnin' when we caught him, not a package, smell like musty, niggas

Steady, I can't harden till they see that choppa, but, bitch, smokin' on that gas, 3.5

Stuff, the Russian cream, the 223's gon' hop off, dump this shit and make your opponent

Scream, bitch, that's RTB, photo G2D, we hop out, clear the ceiling, that lil' bitch a

Freak, she still gon' rap shit up like Lebanese, smack the bitch on her feta, actin' like

Doing window tints, I never switch, but keep that switch, we done, but shit, you move an

Inch, I bug the chop, bro, bug the cribs, we hit his top, don't never miss my OG, show

Me how to whip the bricks, and now the whole gang rich, nigga, I step up in the game and

Get my birdie rich, I'm only 20, I been feelin' way older, 29, need a ghetto, sexy bitch

Like red, who gon' hold my blick, I got a phone call, bout to find young nigga in, they

Ain't playin' no sticks, when I get back, send some hits, we gon' take a trip, we been

Playin' with some sticks, we movin' militant, how many speeds we did this week, O ain't

No lil' twin, how many fuck niggas we need to sleep, I'm thinkin' bout three more, bitch

I ain't gon' lie, baby girl, you funny, you gon' suck my dick, you gon' set your boyfriend

Up, I think I like his stick, and if you don't, I'll fuck your friends, it's your option

Bitch, you make your own bed, you better later, it's your option, twin, Joe Crispy, some fans

Took my picture, this my favorite fit, I'm stuck on my ARP, bro, I can't jam my sticks

One that's six, two out my pot in the window, that's a case dismissed, NBC, locked up in

The field, ain't no changin' it, hella hoes up on our dick, we know for spankin' shit

Speakin' on the ditto, type to catch your face lit, got your mans all up in my wood

This a case split, yeah, let's go, pullin' opps in my double cup, I track them too

Niggas know, when I pop outside, nigga, watch your boot, I'll take your, I'll take your bitch

Nigga, I'm a young nigga with this shit