Lil $tunt - Eyes On Me Lyrics

I feel like I always got eyes on me
Tryna get a rise out me
Ride out, bitch, ride out, bitch
Slide through
(I ain't into all that looking rich shit, bro)
(You know I'ma keep it on the low)
Everybody wanna be me so I gotta keep a beamy
Hit the spot and then I'm leaving, get your ass up and stop fiening
Work without looking at a clock, hope I always keep a good look at one
A venue, I ain't stress about booking one, top of the pack, I'm the Chosen One
You should know I see better than Mariah
Bitch you know I'm fly-er, turn the heat up
Tryna get higher, burn the weed up
Bro, you a liar, clean the streets up
(Heart broke, though I'd never admit it)
(Life's a bitch, she got five in it)
Shining real bright, why I'm throwing all the shade
You want all the smoke, I'm just tryna get paid
Tryna get money, you just tryna get laid
Cruising with my crew in an Escalade
All these rats, I gotta keep Raid
LeBron James, who finna be Wade
(Nobody)
King of the city, it's just a matter of time
Promote my shit, I ain't promote they back
Write these tracks in the mud if I got to
Like I'm 42, I want the dog food
(You a user and a dealer, man)
F*ck an ends meet, you gon' meet your end
I been getting to it, I'm a ten
(I don't f*cking break, bitch, I don't bend)
Moving all this weight, it's a lot on my plate
Ain't no telling how much bread I'm finna bake
Me and your bitch f*cking, put it on a tape
Rolling Swishers in my feelings, why I never f*cking smoke
Leave your man for this shit, good shit, he a joke
I'm an extraordinaire, nothing like these other folks
Let go or be dragged, I'm taking the highway
You can do it how you want, I'm doing it my way
I ain't taking handouts, put that up your ass sideways
You been taking your time, no, I ain't never knew of Friday's
Took too much of my time, now I gotta run it up again
Glock four five, f*ck a drive-by, running up on him
Recording this shit, ain't nobody getting back to me
Do this shit right, you gotta do it yourself
Going through the motions, prioritize my wealth
My health taking hits, all this pain that I felt
Been taking me deeper, f*ck everybody sleeping
I'm leaving at midnight, my pockets leaking
It ain't looking like Christmas but 'tis the season
I'm Grinch but I'm Jim if you catch me chiefing
(Moving all this weight, it's a lot on my plate)
(Ain't no telling how much bread I'm finna bake)
(Me and your bitch f*cking, put it on a tape)
(Rolling Swishers in my feelings, why I never f*cking smoke)
(Leave your man for this shit, good shit, he a joke)
(I'm an extraordinaire, nothing like these other folks)
(Let go or be dragged, I'm taking the highway)
(You can do it how you want, I'm doing it my way)
Don't make promises you know you can't keep
Keep it going at night, I ain't never finna sleep
Got these full-time jobs, I ain't never finna sleep
From drug dealing to stalking these motherf*cking streets
Don't make promises you know you can't keep
Keep it going at night, I ain't never finna sleep
Got these full-time jobs, I ain't never finna sleep
From drug dealing to stalking these motherf*cking streets
(Moving all this weight, it's a lot on my plate)
(Ain't no telling how much bread I'm finna bake)
(Me and your bitch f*cking, put it on a tape)
(Rolling Swishers in my feelings, why I never f*cking smoke)
(Leave your man for this shit, good shit, he a joke)
(I'm an extraordinaire, nothing like these other folks)
(Let go or be dragged, I'm taking the highway)
(You can do it how you want, I'm doing it my way)