Eye 2 Eye

Dm                         Dm
Murda on tha beat, that's not nice

[Chorus: Quavo]
Dm
Real nigga, I
Am/E
Get high, touch the sky
Dm
Right hand in the air
Am/E
Left hand in the pot
Dm
Real nigga, I
Am/E
We see eye to eye
Dm
Real nigga, I
Am/E
We see eye to eye
       Dm
Yeah, yeah (yeah)

[Post-Chorus: Travis Scott]
Dm                         Am/E
I see green in your eyes, it don't 
lie (it's lit)
Dm                                
Blew dollar bills in them hills to
     Am/E
 the sky (cash)
Dm
We with the flow and dash
Am/E                           Dm
And all of my hoes, they goin' cash
Over that, 'bout they mad
Am/E                 Dm
I know the problem, yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: Travis Scott]
Am/E
Eye to eye (yeah)
          Dm
Choose to Dubai (yeah, yeah)
                       Am/E        
I could see that they jealous, 
       Dm
don't know why (ahh)
                Am/E               
Is it 'cause we lit at 4 AM at the 
 Dm
spot?
Dm                                
Put that on your tongue, wait for 
     Am/E      Dm
the swag to unlock (yeah)
If you searching, coming for us 
  Am/E                Dm
(alright), over the border (it's 
lit)
             Am/E               
We import 'em (yeah), just don't 
   Dm
record us (straight up)
Poppin' at the crib then live it, 
  Am/E            Dm
run it like the foreign
Roll the dice at night, I take the 
 Am/E           Dm
chance in the morning

[Interlude: Quavo]
Am/E
Nah mean?
Dm                        Am/E
We ain't really with that camera 
shit
Nah

[Verse 2: Quavo]
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   Dm
We fuck up for real, for real, for 
real
                Am/E
We fuck up the check for real 
(checks)
Dm                                
We havin' a lean inside, it's the 
                     Am/E
percs, she havin' the X pill (lean)
Dm
We know how to flex for real
                     Am/E
We hop on a jet, the time we kill 
(pew)
Dm
These niggas be ridin' and chasin' 
money
 Am/E
Wrong, signing deals (ye)
Dm
I got Patek Philippe (ye)
Am/E
And I bought a skeleton (ice, ye)
Dm
I'm a deadly weapon (ye)
    Am/E
I'm about to go off in a second 
(vroom)
Dm
Moving bricks and medicine (bricks)
Am/E
She like to fly, pelican (brr)
Dm
Touch the sky, heavenly (sky)
Am/E
Designer belt from the Netherlands 
(yeah, yeah)

[Chorus: Quavo]
Dm
Real nigga, I
Am/E
Get high, touch the sky
Dm
Right hand in the air
Am/E
Left hand in the pot
Dm
Real nigga, I
Am/E
We see eye to eye
Dm
Real nigga, I
Am/E
We see eye to eye
       Dm
Yeah, yeah (yeah)

[Post-Chorus: Travis Scott]
Dm                        Am/E
I see green in your eyes, it don't 
lie (it's lit)
Dm                                
Blew dollar bills in them hills to
     Am/E
 the sky (cash)
Dm
We with the flow and dash
Am/E                           Dm
And all of my hoes, they goin' cash
Over that, 'bout they mad
Am/E                 Dm
I know the problem, yeah, yeah

[Verse 3: Takeoff]
Dm                                
Real nigga, I (I), pop a perc' and
  Am/E
 fly (brr)
Dm                                
Crack that ceiling, take a whiff 
                Am/E
and I come back alive (live)
         Dm                    
Niggas commit suicide when they 
           Am/E
don't got mob ties
         Dm                      
Flip it like it's Five Guys, I'm 
Am/E
2Pac, get all eyes (all)
             Dm
Look at the bitch, she a dime
So many watches, a nigga can't run 
out of time
                Dm
They get out of line
They gang in your yard but they 
strapped like
    Am/E
the Uber driver with the sign (brrt)
Dm
I've been known to tell the truth 
for my rapper
       Am/E
These other rapper tell lies (lies)
Dm
Real niggas keep the trap alive
                             Am/E
Ain't no fabrication on the vine 
(let's count)

[Chorus: Quavo]
Dm
Real nigga, I
Am/E
Get high, touch the sky
Dm
Right hand in the air
Am/E
Left hand in the pot
Dm
Real nigga, I
Am/E
We see eye to eye
Dm
Real nigga, I
Am/E
We see eye to eye
       Dm
Yeah, yeah (yeah)

[Post-Chorus: Travis Scott]
       Dm                          
I see green in your eyes, it don't 
Am/E
lie (it's lit)
Dm                                
Blew dollar bills in them hills to
     Am/E
 the sky (cash)
Dm
We with the flow and dash
Am/E                           Dm
And all of my hoes, they goin' cash
Over that, 'bout they mad
Am/E                 Dm
I know the problem, yeah, yeah

[Outro: Travis Scott]
Eb     Cm    Dm
Skrrt, skrrt
Eb     Cm
Skrrt, skrrt