Keep Your Eyes Up (Session) lyrics

[Verse]
I spent a grip on a Gucci fit
I used one time to f*ck a groupie b*tch
I'm in a fast life, I'm used to this
Did I say fast life?
Huh, I’ma drive the foreign like Fast 5
R.I.P Paul Walker, drugs got me moonwalkin'
If you f*ck with my money, you can catch a headshot
We don’t do no leg shots, you gon' rob who?
I got it on me, n*gga, good luck, ayy
Balenciaga with the Off-White, got it tucked
Pretty n*gga, still got a semi on me, let it bust, hey
n*gga you a ho, ayy, put you on the floor, ayy
I feel like Shaquille in the paint throwin' ’bows
19 and I got more money than your dad, b*tch
Layin' down the laws on my crib, I'm your dad, b*tch
You looking at my homie in the corner, that's my savage
If you actin' up then you gon' catch some from his ratchet
Ooh, grrah, grrah, grrah, lеt 'em have it
Rockstar, still got the gang bang tactics
You don't gotta ridе for me, No Limit on my side with me
They'll let it fly for me, they'll blow that .45 for me, yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Chorus]
Keep your eyes up, keep your eyes up, keep your eyes up, keep your eyes up
Keep your guns up, keep your guns up, keep your guns up, keep your guns up
Keep your funds up, keep your funds up, keep your funds up, keep your funds up
Be a stunna, be a stunna, be a stunna, be a stunna
[Verse]
I was told to get 'em all, I was gonna
(?) Ho, I end up buying, at the mall, I'ma spend
You know I'ma ball on these hoes, I'ma swish
I ain't gave a f*ck about the sh*t they gave a f*ck about
I took a different route and did my own thing
Never gave a f*ck about the sh*t they gave a f*ck about
I took my own route and did my own thing
This is the story about how my love life
Got turned upside down and left in the past life
I'm way worse than that guy
I'm way better than the last guy
I may pull up in a new fast car
Skrrt off, feelin' like NASCAR
Finna put my di*k inside a bad broad
I may go and f*ck up on a pornstar, yeah
I walk in Chanel and bought a whole new fit, ayy
My ex is a toilet so I had to take a sh*t, uh
I've been takin' Xanny, Perc-y, put it in a mix, huh
I've been mixing it with all the Codeine just for kicks, huh
Bad li'l b*tch gon' f*ck on my team, uh
I mix Xan, Percs, them in my Lean, uh
You ain't sippin' Actavis, you ain't sippin' Wockhardt
You sippin' that green sh*t, but that is a good start
You ain't sippin' Actavis, you ain't sippin' Wockhardt
You sippin' that green sh*t, but that is a good start
[Verse]
Walk up in Chanel with a new (?)
I don't mean the ones on my roof though
Bad li'l b*tch, I got two of those, ayy
Kick 'em out the crib, b*tch, Judo, AYY
Tell these f*ck n*ggas, "catch up", uh, uh
.40 on me, he gon' need some backup, uh, ayy
n*ggas fake as f*ck, they love to act up, uh, ayy
He ain't real, boy, that boy an actor, huh, ayy
I be rollin' with them pistol packers, huh, ayy
Bank greener than the f*ckin' Packers, huh, ayy
You know I be with them never-lackers, huh, ayy
We'll shoot you down if you a stack up, ooh, ayy, yeah
(?) I'm with them, and me, I'ma smoke 'em, uh, uh
Backwood smoke, yeah, we smoke 'em, ayy
Big guns tote, we'a tote up, uh, ayy
Pull up on the scene, then it's over
Pull up on the scene, I got my .40, that's a vest, uh
I feel like a sick dog, think I need a vet, uh
Bitin' like a pit, dog, huh
.40 on me and you know that b*tch a big dog, uh
A1 pockets fat, it look like Rick Ross, huh
R. Kelly with these b*tches, they get p*ssed on, uh
I been ballin' on that b*tch, feel like a Piston, uh
Balenciaga my sweater, you get sh*t on, uh
I'm the best to ever do it, baby, get on, huh
She said she gon' f*ck the team, she tryna get on, uh
R.I.P to my brothers, they had to leave soon, ooh, ayy
I been making money while you up there smilin'
I been out here shootin', I been out here wylin'
Gun like a librarian, that b*tch came with a silence
They don't want no smoke, uh, I came with the violence
Run up, you get smoked, uh
n*gga, this ain't no joke, huh
I'm rich and you broke, uh
Murder what I wrote, uh
Pistol what I tote, uh
Catch 'em, I'ma smoke, huh
Catch 'em, I'ma smoke, huh, smoke, uh, smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke, huh, smoke
Catch 'em, I'ma smoke, uh, smoke, smoke, uh, smoke
Boy, you know his ass a joke
Travis with the antidote
Pull up in the trap, uh
While I whip them bricks up
I could f*ck you b*tch, uh
That li'l b*tch a hit, uh
[Verse]
I spent a grip on a Gucci fit
I used one time to f*ck a groupie b*tch
I'm in a fast life, I'm used to this
Did I say fast life?
Huh, I’ma drive the foreign like Fast 5
R.I.P Paul Walker, drugs got me moonwalkin'
If you f*ck with my money, you can catch a headshot
We don’t do no leg shots, you gon' rob who?
I got it on me, n*gga, good luck, ayy
Balenciaga with the Off-White, got it tucked
Pretty n*gga, still got a semi on me, let it bust, hey
n*gga you a ho, ayy, put you on the floor, ayy
I feel like Shaquille in the paint throwin' ’bows