EYEZZZ (WATCH ME) ft. Juice Kouture Lyrics

Respectfully speaking, baby, I just speak my truth

I stand on ten toes knowin' what these pussies do

Illusion all it be, confused you feeling me?

I speak a different tongue

Yall off this dopamine

I know you don't know me

That's okay though

You was at my crib

All play-doh

Last night I was in the trap, gettin' plays, ho

I'm in this paper chase, give me ink and I'll illustrate my life for ya

I'm in too deep to see a way out now

Posted on the block

A foot soldier

Trust nobody, including yo bitch, bruh

I speak so honest and you just hate that

I been like this since oh-six

Traumatized, I done lost focus

Soul searchin' for my real purpose

Trifecta.. struggle, hope & prosper

Woke up to a coma, I'm at the doctor's

Poppin' pills like a fiend, I stay fucked up

Fifty-five-nine, that's my area

I ain't claimin' that shit, but that's where I'm from

Somewhere deep in the dirt, I'm just stuck

Fresh pack of EZA, I'm about to roll up

Where the fuck you been at? I'm about to blow up

Ay, ay, ay

Whatcha from me?

This whatcha from me?

Whatcha want?

Whatcha want?

This ain't what you want

What you want from me?

This what you want from me?

Whatcha want?

Whatcha want?

Whatcha want from me

Wait, what.. rewind?

Say that shit on more time

Juice K too far gone

Bitch you not on my time

I'm that bubble gum flavor

You is such a hater

YSL boots from a gay alligator

Say it witcho chest lil hoe

Want you to try it

Look how I ate that

But I'm on a diet

Hush when I speak lil bitch

Be quiet I ain't ice spice

But start playing wit it Riot

My money green like Cee-lo

Running with them goons

But they keep it on the D low

And I'm Sippin' Pellegrino

Watching Al Pacino I could prolly sniff a kilo

Anyway roof gone I been swerving in that bitch

And that dick too straight

Put some curving in that bitch

I ain't in no restaurant but I'm serving in that bitch

I'm in own lane, ain't no mergin in that bitch

Ain't no bitch that's like me

Dont take that lightly

Yea right, not likely

Sippin mamosa, coup color Rosa

I know you jerkin off to that Juice Kouture poster

Aye aye aye

So watchu want from me?

This what you want from me

What you want

What you want

This ain't what you want

Watchu want from me?

This what you want from me

What you want

What you want

This ain't what you want