Danny Towers - Eyez Low

Song Rating: 8.59/10

Song lyrics:

[Intro – Wifisfuneral]
Ayy, yeah
Running that street life
Yeah, yeah
Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah
Cris Dinero
Ayy, yeah, ayy, yeah
Ayy, okay, like

[Hook/Chorus – Wifisfuneral]
Eyes low, ay, smoked out like, (Where my roof at?)
Drop the top, ay, ride out the coupe, my yap wont kick back
Big booty ho, break her down just like a Kit-Kat
N****s be fake, ay, n****s be snakes
Aint nothing 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 wont kick back
Big booty ho, break her down just like a Kit-Kat
N****s be fake, ay, n****s be snakes
Aint nothing 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, wont slip
No face, no case, thats racks in the book
Bring it back like a boomerang, yeah, dont 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 a complexion of this
I just might swim in your miss, yes
Hold up, lil shorty, you tweaking
My white b***h, she geeking
Run through them stacks like LeBron with no defense
Wax on them like Mr. Miyagi
Daniel-san, know that its best you dont try me
Smoking on k**, I call that poison ivy
Wrist looking like a rock made out of water

[Hook/Chorus – Wifisfuneral]


Eyes low, ay, smoked out like, (Where my roof at?)
Drop the top, ay, ride out the coupe, my yap wont kick back
Big booty ho, break her down just like a Kit-Kat
N****s be fake, ay, n****s be snakes
Aint nothing 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 wont kick back
Big booty ho, break her down just like a Kit-Kat
N****s be fake, ay, n****s be snakes
Aint nothing I can do about that

[Verse 2 – Danny Towers]
Today I woke up with the urge
To lay a f**k n***a in the dirt
He look suspicious, no lurking on our turf
So them pistols loaded
Put me through h**l, I will prevail
Im pistol toting
This lifes a b***h, but shell let you hit once you get to know her
My Blood told me the judge on me
Im tip-toeing, my d**k showing
Really, I got no trust in these n****s
See me, I feel no sympathy
Im dusting these n****s
Put a blade to my face, 2K for the play
Im busting these b*****s
If he cant get you, you gon make a n***a pull up for the rest of you n****s
Im wishing d**h on you n****s, yeah

[Hook/Chorus – Wifisfuneral]
Eyes low, ay, smoked out like, (Where my roof at?)
Drop the top, ay, ride out the coupe, my yap wont kick back
Big booty ho, break her down just like a Kit-Kat
N****s be fake, ay, n****s be snakes
Aint nothing 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 wont kick back
Big booty ho, break her down just like a Kit-Kat
N****s be fake, ay, n****s be snakes
Aint nothing I can do about that

Date of text publication: 17.01.2021 at 15:41