Eyes Low - Yung Simmie, Lil Champ Fway

I came up straight from the dirt

Seen niggas lose they life over turf

Might roll the purp', observe

Fuck niggas is absurd

Don’t think smart, blood on the curb

Hit the fence and police swerve

My mind drift when I’m on the herb

Triflin' bitches, they got some nerve

People watchin, now they reachin'

Who is you, why you speakin'?

Eyes low we hella' chiefin'

Roll another one for no reason

I’m serious like T.I.P

Fucked up off G.T.V

Shout out to Birdman, my niggas still posted on the curb damn

All the damn time I stay weeded (weeded!)

Hell yeah I want it I need it (I need it!)

Up here posted with the angels

Cause I’m in a world full of demons

Tell that bitch welcome to the darkside

One fight, phonk' a nigga then we all ride

I be the nigga who hit her

I be the nigga who with her

She rollin my swisher, ain’t takin no pictures

I might just dismiss her

Dont love her, dont kiss her

You love her, you miss her

I’m chillin' with two

Just thought that you knew

The lyrical pistol I’m aiming at you, and Zimmerman too

No coppin' a deuce, I lean off the juice

Purple drank sip, just me and my crew

They want me to stop but I do what I do

So look at me, look at me countin' this loot

My eyes hella' low so nigga who you

My eyes hella' red, I’mma smoke til' I’m dead

Five blunts to the head, won’t talk to the feds, I’m splittin' they head

Don’t play with my bread

Guillotine flow cause it’s off for the head

Fuckin' your bitch til' we fall off the bed

Cause the flow like braille when it’s red

Hammer in my hand that’s a nail to your head

I smoke loud pack you can smell it in my dreads

And my whole team G yeah you heard what I said

Before you catch rep with my team, who you?

My eyes hella low, all I see is my boots

I’m talkin to your girl and she say that she like me

Young ass nigga got kids like Spike Lee!