Eye Witness by Kiing Shooter Lyrics
[Intro: Dave East]
Uh, uh
(Run that back, Turbo)
[Verse 1: Dave East]
Gang shit
If he ridin', I'ma ride with him (Ride)
Do it right, don't leave no eyewitness (None)
We don't tolerate no dry snitchin' (None)
He lost his life in less than five minutes (Uh)
He sick of the hood that his mom live in (Sick of it)
Keep tryna get out, but his mind in it (Sick out)
Pull up to the show and the crowd with it
Told Shooter to bring that four-five with him (Bring it)
Got pillows in back and it came with it (Maybach)
Cuzzo just pulled out that same niggas (Same niggas)
I roll with retarded, insane niggas (Retarded)
Headshot, that's a game-winner (Boom)
Fifteen hundred for the jeans
Mike Amiri tag, trust, these ain't the same denim (Trust me)
You was pussy when we met, now you talkin' tough
Homie, you the same nigga (Pussy)
Look, might not drink if it ain't liquor (Nah)
It's hard to relate, so much pain in him (Pain)
Talked to God, not a day that I ain't sinnin'
Gotta change up the guns like we change women (Switch 'em out)
We got 'em upset, now our way winnin' (Uh)
Don't like Jordan, you know they gon' hate Pippen (You know it)
I don't fuck with Trump, but I hate niggas (Hate)
Only chase benji, I don't chase bitches
[Verse 2: Kiing Shooter]
Them niggas was snakes, I just didn't notice, but now all them niggas opps now (Fuck 'em)
I come through your hood, I'm not with the starin' or arguin', you can get shot down (Grrt, boom)
Ain't buy me a Rollie or a new chain, I just went and bought Glock rounds (Let's get it)
'Cause niggas be hatin' and bitches be plottin', it got me feelin' like I'm Pac now (Fuck 'em)
I done had shootouts with killers (I did)
I cannot beef with no snitches (I can't)
This glizzy hold thirty, so I ain't too worried
He run down, his mama gon' miss him (Grrt, boom)
If we beefin', I'm fuckin' your sister (I am)
Got her swallowin' dick while I'm with her (Mwah)
She keep askin' can East take a picture? (No)
So I tossed that ass out of the Sprinter (Bye)
All my niggas throwin' thumbs up (Word)
If you ain't gang, don't come around (At all)
One [?][1:33] say and they'll gun you down (It's crackin')
Got an F&N with a hundred rounds (Boom)
I done skipped states twice (Yeah)
I was runnin' for my life (I was)
Wakin' up, cold sweats
Hammer by my side, prayin' not tonight (Please)
They damn near gave my brother life (They did)
Free Revs, he aight (Free Revs)
Mac home, screamin' Stu-Stu (Mac)
Nigga better hide they wife (Let's get it)
[Verse 3: Dave East]
Free Scrappy in the mountains (Scrap)
Free Travy in the Commonwealth (Trav)
SIG right behind designer belt
We caught him lackin', he was by hisself (Bah)
Did so much you never would know (Know)
Pistols not far from wherever we go (Go)
Hid 50K in the mattress
If Shooter do it, then I got the bail for my loc
[Verse 4: Kiing Shooter]
Free Dollars out the feds (What?)
Free Sleep, he in there too (Free him)
Littles be out in a year or two (Year)
Reach for it, bitch, I dare you (Boom)
All of my niggas stay strapped
You lack, then expect to get clapped (Yeah, yeah)
You rat, ain't no takin' it back
We catch him and smoke him, that's that (Grrt, boom)
Uh, uh
(Run that back, Turbo)
[Verse 1: Dave East]
Gang shit
If he ridin', I'ma ride with him (Ride)
Do it right, don't leave no eyewitness (None)
We don't tolerate no dry snitchin' (None)
He lost his life in less than five minutes (Uh)
He sick of the hood that his mom live in (Sick of it)
Keep tryna get out, but his mind in it (Sick out)
Pull up to the show and the crowd with it
Told Shooter to bring that four-five with him (Bring it)
Got pillows in back and it came with it (Maybach)
Cuzzo just pulled out that same niggas (Same niggas)
I roll with retarded, insane niggas (Retarded)
Headshot, that's a game-winner (Boom)
Fifteen hundred for the jeans
Mike Amiri tag, trust, these ain't the same denim (Trust me)
You was pussy when we met, now you talkin' tough
Homie, you the same nigga (Pussy)
Look, might not drink if it ain't liquor (Nah)
It's hard to relate, so much pain in him (Pain)
Talked to God, not a day that I ain't sinnin'
Gotta change up the guns like we change women (Switch 'em out)
We got 'em upset, now our way winnin' (Uh)
Don't like Jordan, you know they gon' hate Pippen (You know it)
I don't fuck with Trump, but I hate niggas (Hate)
Only chase benji, I don't chase bitches
[Verse 2: Kiing Shooter]
Them niggas was snakes, I just didn't notice, but now all them niggas opps now (Fuck 'em)
I come through your hood, I'm not with the starin' or arguin', you can get shot down (Grrt, boom)
Ain't buy me a Rollie or a new chain, I just went and bought Glock rounds (Let's get it)
'Cause niggas be hatin' and bitches be plottin', it got me feelin' like I'm Pac now (Fuck 'em)
I done had shootouts with killers (I did)
I cannot beef with no snitches (I can't)
This glizzy hold thirty, so I ain't too worried
He run down, his mama gon' miss him (Grrt, boom)
If we beefin', I'm fuckin' your sister (I am)
Got her swallowin' dick while I'm with her (Mwah)
She keep askin' can East take a picture? (No)
So I tossed that ass out of the Sprinter (Bye)
All my niggas throwin' thumbs up (Word)
If you ain't gang, don't come around (At all)
One [?][1:33] say and they'll gun you down (It's crackin')
Got an F&N with a hundred rounds (Boom)
I done skipped states twice (Yeah)
I was runnin' for my life (I was)
Wakin' up, cold sweats
Hammer by my side, prayin' not tonight (Please)
They damn near gave my brother life (They did)
Free Revs, he aight (Free Revs)
Mac home, screamin' Stu-Stu (Mac)
Nigga better hide they wife (Let's get it)
[Verse 3: Dave East]
Free Scrappy in the mountains (Scrap)
Free Travy in the Commonwealth (Trav)
SIG right behind designer belt
We caught him lackin', he was by hisself (Bah)
Did so much you never would know (Know)
Pistols not far from wherever we go (Go)
Hid 50K in the mattress
If Shooter do it, then I got the bail for my loc
[Verse 4: Kiing Shooter]
Free Dollars out the feds (What?)
Free Sleep, he in there too (Free him)
Littles be out in a year or two (Year)
Reach for it, bitch, I dare you (Boom)
All of my niggas stay strapped
You lack, then expect to get clapped (Yeah, yeah)
You rat, ain't no takin' it back
We catch him and smoke him, that's that (Grrt, boom)