Left Eye lyrics

[Intro]
(Tony Coles)
Ayy

[Chorus]
In the back with a b*tch, gettin' sky high
Pretty brown skin and she gangster, I call her my left eye
Pull up Mercedes 450, bae, let's ride
n*gga try me, he stupid, get chastised
These n*ggas pus*y, they never be outside
How we beefin', ain't never been shots fired?
Come from the block, b*tch, we stuck like a stop sign
You can't claim the gang if you ain't my kind

[Verse]
No, you not havin' sh*t, b*tch n*gga, stop lyin'
Beat his ass with this Drac' 'til he stop tryin'
Know he remember that call, told him stop cryin'
Just don't play and you good, stay off my line
I came a long way from hittin' licks, duckin' one time
I almost died in them streets, now the sun shine
Now all my pockets on full, feel like Baby, this my time
And we stay with them sticks like a drum line
Me and my n*ggas be out like a umpire
And we strapped, don't get hit with that gun fire
Remember kick door, sellin' low, what a fun time
Me and Hotboy been thuggin' since lunch line
Come from the Grove, but that Nawf like my bloodline
If he swing, bet I come with a clothesline
Can't f*ck with the ho if she cute, but the ho lyin'
Cut her off, if she tell, then the ho dyin'
Four in the pineapple Fanta, it's go time
We done f*cked 'round and found us a gold mine
Mix the purp' with the drink, make me slow down
n*gga reach for this chain, bet it go down
n*ggas play gangster, be rattin' the whole time
That's why if you ain't gang, you can't come 'round
I got n*ggas stayed solid, that's since I was doin' push-ups
Countin' down, yellin', "Free mine"
[Chorus]
In the back with a b*tch, gettin' sky high
Pretty brown skin and she gangster, I call her my left eye
Pull up Mercedes 450, bae, let's ride
n*gga try me, he stupid, get chastised
These n*ggas pus*y, they never be outside
How we beefin', ain't never been shots fired?
Come from the block, b*tch, we stuck like a stop sign
You can't claim the gang if you ain't my kind