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Juice Wrld - Keep Your Eyes Up Session Lyrics

[Verse]
I spent a grip on a Gucci fit
I used one time to fuck a groupie bitch
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 fuck with my money, you can catch a headshot
We don’t do no leg shots, you gon' rob who?
I got it on me, nigga, good luck, ayy
Balenciaga with the Off-White, got it tucked
Pretty nigga, still got a semi on me, let it bust, hey
Nigga 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, bitch
Layin' down the laws on my crib, I'm your dad, bitch
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 fuck about the shit they gave a fuck about
I took a different route and did my own thing
Never gave a fuck about the shit they gave a fuck 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 dick inside a bad broad
I may go and fuck 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 shit, 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 bitch gon' fuck 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 shit, but that is a good start
You ain't sippin' Actavis, you ain't sippin' Wockhardt
You sippin' that green shit, 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 bitch, I got two of those, ayy
Kick 'em out the crib, bitch, Judo, AYY
Tell these fuck niggas, "catch up", uh, uh
.40 on me, he gon' need some backup, uh, ayy
Niggas fake as fuck, 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 fuckin' 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
Runnin' like a pit, dog, huh
.40 on me and you know that bitch a big dog, uh
A1 pockets fat, it look like Rick Ross, huh
R. Kelly with these bitches, they get pissed on, uh
I been ballin' on that bitch, feel like a Piston, uh
Balenciaga my sweater, you get shit on, uh
I'm the best to ever do it, baby, get on, huh
She said she gon' fuck 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 bitch came with a silence
They don't want no smoke, uh, I came with the violence
Run up, you get smoked, uh
Nigga, 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 fuck you bitch, uh
That li'l bitch a hit, uh
[Verse]
I spent a grip on a Gucci fit
I used one time to fuck a groupie bitch
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 fuck with my money, you can catch a headshot
We don’t do no leg shots, you gon' rob who?
I got it on me, nigga, good luck, ayy
Balenciaga with the Off-White, got it tucked
Pretty nigga, still got a semi on me, let it bust, hey
Nigga you a ho, ayy, put you on the floor, ayy
I feel like Shaquille in the paint throwin' ’bows