Z-Ro Lyrics

Album: Unknown

Eyes On Niggas Lyrics

f/ Trae

 

 (*talking*)

 Ha, S.U.C. 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

 

 [Hook - 2x]

 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

 

 [Z-Ro]

 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

 

 [Hook - 2x]

 

 [Z-Ro]

 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

 

 [Hook - 2x]

 

 [Trae]

 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

 

 [Hook - 2x]