Eyes ft. Menthol Slim Lyrics

See it in my eyes, damn my soul's on fire

What you finna try, is you tryin' to die

There was a line, and you crossed it

Couple of drinks, and I lost it

Turnin the club to a mosh pit

Turnin the club to a mosh pit

See it in my eyes, damn my soul's on fire

What you finna try, is you tryin' to die

There was a line, and you crossed it

Couple of drinks, and I lost it

Turnin the club to a mosh pit

Turnin the club to a mosh pit

Glat

glad bag, step back, fast stab, that's that

They ain't never catch that, like I'm half past that

Luckiest black cat crossed with a black mask

On my Mad Max with the loud packs

On my past that, like I'm too fast

No, I never passed that, accidentally stashed at the bottom

Nigga, watch the fog, call your problems

Pull a pistol whip, and pull your pockets

Fuck a fatty bitch, and push some products

Put it in a package, ship it, put your bitch in product

Chillin', filmin' fiends, and I think it's goin' viral

On my downwards spiral, sippin' somethin' out a vial

Put the pictures in a pile, and ignite it

Nigga, come and try it, if you won't try deny it

Fuck a ride, I'ma start a war, and end it

I ain't lyin', kamikaze if you snitchin

Boy, I got bad news comin

Try and plot that loot from me

Run around like a new army

Man, them never knew nothin

Run your mouth, I'll have you runnin

Twitter typin' like you do somethin

Go ahead, call it, you cuss

Pistol pistol, click it, boom, drop it

See it in my eyes, damn my soul's on fire

What you finna try, is you tryin' to die

There was a line, and you crossed it

Couple of drinks, and I lost it

Turnin the club to a mosh pit

Turnin the club to a mosh pit

Fire in the booth, but man's not hot

Evacuate out of this bloodclat spot

Spit hot lava, know you can't out that

What, if you want the heat

I can meet you pon your block with a glock

let that ting pop

Rat-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat, oh shit

Can't even play with the boss get hooked

On some shit, this is pure crack, pure rock

I don't talk back, I just act the fool

Tryna keep my cool, but you wanna see me down to your level

Mm, hmm, no sir, no pauper

End up on the road like a dead dog

Head lost, shoot first, ask last

Yo rass, gonna learn, bout the gods

Still hang with the devils, you get blast on arrival

Can't even fuck with the rebels

Packing heavy metal, bruh

I just do what I want, skip right to the song

Fuck your bitch in the morn

Then I on my way right back to my yard, bruv

I'm never afraid of nothing

No one, not a soul, I'm so

Tired of this shit, man, I gotta go

See it in my eyes, damn my soul's on fire

What you finna try, is you tryin' to die

There was a line, and you crossed it

Couple of drinks, and I lost it

Turnin the club to a mosh pit

Turnin the club to a mosh pit

See it in my eyes, damn my soul's on fire

What you finna try, is you tryin' to die

There was a line, and you crossed it

Couple of drinks, and I lost it

Turnin the club to a mosh pit

Turnin the club to a mosh pit