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wifisfuneral – eyez low lyrics

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[intro: wifisfuneral]
ayy, yeah
runnin’ that street life
yeah, yeah
oh, yeah, yeah, yeah
cris dinero
ayy, yeah, ayy, yeah
ayy, okay, like

[hook: wifisfuneral]
eyes low, ay, smoked out like, “where my roof at?”
drop the top, ay, ride out the coupe, my yap’ won’t kick back
big booty ho, break her down just like a kit-kat
n-gg-s be fake, ay, n-gg-s be snakes
ain’t nothin’ i can do about that
eyes low, ay, smoked out like, “where my roof at?”
drop the top, ay, ride out the coupe, my yap’ won’t kick back
big booty ho, break her down just like a kit-kat
n-gg-s be fake, ay, n-gg-s be snakes
ain’t nothin’ i can do about that

[verse 1: wifisfuneral]
today i woke up with them racks, put five grams in my backwood
.38 up on my hip, won’t slip
no face, no case, that’s racks in the book
bring it back like a boomerang, yeah, don’t look
crystal on my neck look like 3m
i know your boyfriend wanna be me, yeah we see him
take the swag, take the swag, you need it, ay
she said my chain the complexion of p-ss
i just might swim in your miss, yes
hold up, lil’ shorty, you tweakin’
my white b-tch, she geekin’
run through them stacks like lebron with no defense
wax up on them like mr. miyagi
daniel-san, know that it’s best you don’t try me
smokin’ on k!ll, i call that poison ivy
wrist lookin’ like a rock made out of water

[hook: wifisfuneral]
eyes low, ay, smoked out like, “where my roof at?”
drop the top, ay, ride out the coupe, my yap’ won’t kick back
big booty ho, break her down just like a kit-kat
n-gg-s be fake, ay, n-gg-s be snakes
ain’t nothin’ i can do about that
eyes low, ay, smoked out like, “where my roof at?”
drop the top, ay, ride out the coupe, my yap’ won’t kick back
big booty ho, break her down just like a kit-kat
n-gg-s be fake, ay, n-gg-s be snakes
ain’t nothin’ i can do about that

[verse 2: danny towers]
today i woke up with the urge
to lay a f-ck n-gg- in the dirt
he look suspicious, no lurkin’ on our turf
so them pistols loaded
put me through h-ll, i will prevail
i’m pistol toting
this life’s a b-tch, but she’ll let you hit once you get to know her
my blood told me the judge on me
i’m tip-toein’, my d-ck showin’
really, i got no trust in these n-gg-s
see me, i feel no sympathy
i’m dustin’ these n-gg-s
put a blade to my face, 2k for the play
i’m bustin’ these b-tches
if he can’t get you, you gon’ make a n-gg- pull up for the rest of you n-gg-s
i’m wishin’ death on you n-gg-s, yeah

[hook: wifisfuneral]
eyes low, ay, smoked out like, “where my roof at?”
drop the top, ay, ride out the coupe, my yap’ won’t kick back
big booty ho, break her down just like a kit-kat
n-gg-s be fake, ay, n-gg-s be snakes
ain’t nothin’ i can do about that
eyes low, ay, smoked out like, “where my roof at?”
drop the top, ay, ride out the coupe, my yap’ won’t kick back
big booty ho, break her down just like a kit-kat
n-gg-s be fake, ay, n-gg-s be snakes
ain’t nothin’ i can do about that