eyez on me (feat. skypebf & syris)

作词 : Hubert Socha

作曲 : Hubert Socha

（DJ hubithekid）

All eyes on me when I walk into the club

I got some X on me, now we getting f**king crunk

Got my nails done, she like, "Boy, you serving c**t"

I got blood in my cup, I got glitter in my blunt

Yeah, yeah, fresh as f**k, właśnie wyszedłem z salonu

T-t-ta dziwka ledwo mnie zna, a zaprasza mnie do domu

Jeden line, drugi line, trzeci line z jej telefonu

Dziwko, jestem offline, nie, nie odpiszę nikomu

Yeah, podrzucamy butelki

Wchodzę do bnb i lecą moje piosenki

Smutni chłopcy są źli, bo jestem dla nich zbyt girly

When I walk up to the stage, all the scene hoes go crazy

All the coke in my body, baby, it got me shaking

In my DM's with your shawty and she sayin', "Rawr, XD"

And my nose so runny like I'm f**kin' allergic

Told that hoe I'm genderfluid, though she sayin' she thirsty

Bad b*tch wanna back it up on me

Pull up with my friends, I'ma never be lonely

No, I'm not Sam Smith, but I'm unholy

Get in to the green, yeah, I love guacamole

Pop-pop-pop-pop-pop, get it in, b*tch

Take it in, but you never even finished

Tea f**k, but you ain't even British

Smoking green, dripping red, it ain't even Christmas

Crack pressure, voice-smasher

F**k me from the back then hit me up after

A-a-always felt good, can you see me?

Ne-next up on Crips, MTV

You think you're funny, but getting real serious

Think my b*tch, b*tch mirrored, so delirious

"Pretty b*tch supreme!" is what they all scream

When I pop out on the scene like a scene queen

I check my checks, the teller's like, "Who's next?"

And when I make a deposit, they wanna know why my money's long

'Cause I'm in my room, singing

My conditioned curls swinging

And ass a bit more bubbly, so time to show my panties off

I only pull shenanigans cause I can

Get money off Instagram and promote my swag

l always turn my haters into my fans

Then celebrate to my jam, "Does My Ass Look Fat?"

To be on streaming soon, forgot to buy the beat though

Ladies, arch your back, put your hands on your knees, hoe

Welcome to Fab Metropolis, this sound is international

Know we get stupid, b*tch, hoe, we get irrational-irrational

Hear Cupcakke blast by when I pass you on the street

Open up the open, press record, and say, "Bon appétit"

Because l eat, b***h, and if it's not lit, I won't go

But if I pop out to your show, I'll get your head to bang

Make it a remix with Baby Alex on the track

Don't run it back until they learn it, and they end up saying

"She's so funny and bouncy just like a bunny

Every time she spits a bar, it's really hot like it's sunny"

And when you bump me in a car, it'll hit nice

Alex at Fab Fest, never broke like a phone in rice

All eyes on me when I walk into the club

Club, clu-club, clu-club, club, club

Get some X on me, now we getting f**king crunk

Crunk, cru-crunk, cru-crunk, crunk, crunk

All eyes on me when I walk into the club

All eyes on me when I walk into the club

All eyes on me when I walk into the club

All eyes on me when I walk into the club

(Oh, my God)

Sniff a little b***h in the back of the function

Sifting through swag, it really mean nothing

I was hanging out, I feel so ratchet

F**king on the TV, b***h, you're going crazy

Pretty little scene b***h, know you want me

So pray your ass isn't out

Do you want it? You'll find it on my heart, like, oh, my God

They say you're a f**king wh*re

Baby, come here, gimme some more

Can't leave now, you'll knock your door

'Til I want her to f**k on the floor

This is my fault, she wants more

She left you, she's a little bored

Don't hate me unless you wanna get ignored

In this long time, but she can't afford