Eyez on you Lyrics

I won't let go, and you won't let go I'm on the highway, doin' two hundred

double The limit ' anything you want I'll double it

Yeah, two hundred for a show, that's 200, on the road tell them boys how you cappin' on that bank

role Fuckin' with me, I'ma have your bitch in

the front row Yeah, I'm steppin' out fresh, I don't need

a hundred bands to snatch your bitch they want two hundred for a kid to perform a show

All these haters hating' on me, I'm just tryna fuckin' glow

They was hatin' on me, but now look I'm underrated

We totin' Glocks, bull,we totin' Smith & Wesson

Yeah, I pull up with them choppa, I pull up with them yupa's my homie said to block her but I can't nada

All these bitches the same, yeah, but they all wanna get me brain

I swear to God, I know some killers,that will hit your fuckin' top

I swear to God, I gotta stop sippin' this wock, Its fuckin' up my brain

I thought shawty texted my phone, but it was a

, fuck that verse up didn't I?, damn, shh, redo it

I got them shooters you got them ig shooters

You ain't bout that, yeah, you ain't seen shit, yet

Pull up on your bitch, she ugly as fuck, I said, who next?

Homie chillin' on the block, he like, who that

Pull up on a fuck jit run him down vro, Yeah my

Youngs some assassins, they creedin

Yeah I'm knocking at the door like, shawty let me in

Yeah, she said she stuntin' this summer, but it ain't

End and you just wanna pretend

(Pretend)