Eye To Eye Chords

Lyrics & chords

[Verse 1]
We'll buy [Am]a zip of[Dm] weed, hit the club,
[Am]pay for abou[Dm]t ten niggas to get in.
We [Am]crunk, lit, in it, bitch. Yeah.
You know, we walk around
the [F#]world.[Dm]
Steppin' out, givin' a damn
about [Am]where our feet land [Dm]at. [G]Yeah.
Get your ass mushed. [Dm]Smushed.
Yeah. [Am]21. The [Dm]biggest.
Put a nigga in the chicken [Am]lane.
[Dm]21, can you do somethin' for me
[Am]Can you hit a [E]lil' rich [F#]flex f[E]or me
Then [Dm]21, can you do somethin' for me
Drop some [F]bars [F#]to my pussy ex for me
[Dm]Then 21, can you do somethin' for me
Can you [F]talk [F#]to the op[E]ps next for me
[Dm]21, do your thing, 21, do your thing
Do [F#]your thing, 21,
Yellow dia[Dm]monds and a watch,
this shit [F#]cost a lot
Never [Am]send a bitch [E]or die,
that's how you [Dm]get s[F#]hot[Dm]
IDM in vanish mode, I do that shit a lot
Took her panties off
and [F#]this bitch [Dm]thicker than a plot
All my S's ain't nothing,
[F#]them hoes busted[Dm]
If my opps [F#]ain't rapping,
[Am]they ass [E]thuggin'[Am]
[Dm]You ain't ready to pull the trigger,
don't clutch it
I know you on your period,
[E]baby, [F#]can you suck it?
[E]I'm a [F#]savage, smacker,
booty, and [E]ma [Am]gic
[E]I'd sla[F#]p a pussy nigga [E]wit[F#]h the rat[Dm]chet
I might slap a tracker on his whip
and get the addy
[Am]Don't [E]call me [F#]on Christmas Eve,
bitch, [Dm]call your daddy
Bitch, call your uncle, bitch,
don't call [Am]me
[Dm]Always [F#]in my ill, your whore a flea
[Dm]Why my opps be posting guns
and only use they feet?
Hey, like a athlete, [F#]I got
All you hoes, all of you [A]hoes[C#m]
Need to remember who y 'all [A]talking [F#]to
It's the Slaughter Gang CEO
[A]I g[E]ot [C#m]a dick for you
[A]if I'm not working, girl
[F#]If I'm busy, then fuck n[A]o
[C#m]You need to find you someone el[Dm]se to call
[F#]When your bank account get low[E]
[Dm]You [C#m]need to find[Dm]
[C#m]you so[Dm]meone[F#]
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
I'm on that Slaughter Gang shit
Ayy, murder gang shit
Ayy, Slaughter Gang shit
Ayy, sticks and stones,
chrome on chrome
That's just what a n***a
on Internet clones,
got them kissin' through the phone
Pussies clickin' up
so they don't feel alone, ayy
Man, n****s seein' me,
I'm young, money, CMB
I used to roll with CMG,
the house is not a B &B
The bad bitches waitin' on a
n***a like I'm P &D
I'm steady pushin' P,
you n****s pushin' PTSD
I told her ass to kiss me in the club,
fuck a TMZ
I used to want a GMC
when Ro was doin' B &E
We revvin' up and goin'
on a run like we DMC
I lay up with her for a couple days,
then it's BRB
Rappers love askin' if I fuck
when you know he did
When you know he did
She came in heels,
but she left out on her cozy shit
Ayy, I'm livin' every 24
like Kobe did
Shoutout to the 6, RIP to 8
Swear this shit is gettin' 8,
I'm on 10 for the cake
Get a lot of love from twelve,
but I don't reciprocate
Fifty -one divisions,
stay patrollin' when it's late
Twenty -one, my Eddie,
so the knife is on the gate
All the dawgs eatin' off
a Baccarat plate
Niggas see Drake,
and they underestimate
Take it from a vet,
that's a rookie -ass [F#]mistake, ayy
Slug the game shit,
damn murder gay shit, ay.
Slug the game shit,
damn murder gay shit, ay.
Slug the game shit,
damn murder gay shit and we gone.
Do it, it.