EYES ALL OVER ft. Two.Siiix Lyrics

Post a pic, got eyes are over

You in fashion, nova

Pick her up and bend her over

Sloppy, sex, even sober

Check their ranks, I'm high, you lower

Fuck around and up a rover

She want to go out to Nola

Told her, no go I go solo

I got the team up on my shoulder like it's Cena

We get messy, Argentina

I could be a Martin, you could be my Gina

Keep on wishing, I'm not a genie

People that hating me, wish they could be me

Coming right at you, lil' bitch, this ain't 3D

J.I The Prince and I know this bitch need me

Keeping it real, why the fuck would I lie

Told you this shit over a million times

Sixty piece, triple-double, I'm luka , you grimes

Like, bitch, how you not getting the sign

Know you a hoe, you let me inside

Pain in the mic, my feelings a side

Ice too bright, you look and go blind

Face ain't there, so I get behind

Me and my bitch, just like Lemon and Lime

I text Chance and I lock in all night

Mixing the purple codeine with the Sprite

I cut through, you can't get out of line

KTB shutout Kut throat bill

She always complaining, so why would I pay for her bills

Always been solid, I always been real

Icein the game like a QB kneel

You want me to sign, you better put 5Ms on that deal

For my soldiers deep in the field

Scrambling round like Justin Fields

You a banana, your ass getting peeled not gonna stop, fuck a yield

She a lil' pacer, we shoot her like Hield

Finish the job, she got blood on her heel

So why would I go out there, start a scene

In reality, you only really know me through a screen

Now tell me what it means

You got a BBL, your ass is different

You need custom jeans

Try to lock me in with her kid

Fuck a Billie Jean

Time to stack up, we in a full court press

You go through the motions, I see that he's stressed

I guess he ain't really bought all the chicken and bread

He'd rather kick back and put smoke in his chest

Mama told me, stay calm and collect

It's easy to get if you gotta connect

Or better the plug, who's signing the checks

She like, A-A, with too many steps

Shit, Don's, why are we granting them wishes

They hardly can make it as intern

Can't trust him to do any dishes

And they ain't not taking a chance

So why would I give any interest

Don't step in my building

If you ain't about the business

Sit down

Much love chance