Lyrics

[Intro: Blue Pesos] All eyes on me (WardoMadeThisOne) All eyes on me You know what the fuck goin' on, nigga [Verse 1: Blue Pesos] I bet you how to twist it, you don't know who to trust What's up with all these dick riders? Niggas wanna be us (All eyes) Get in the booth with my cup and spark me up ten stunnas Bought a Glock to the block like I just sparked Tim Duncan Nigga, gamble with your life, it's twenty-one like Blackjack We got foreigns, we got sliders, we got cash, we got straps Niggas duckin' all the funk, no, I don't think they want that 2Pac'ed him, hit him up like he just signed to Bad Boys Don't want them slidin' with them 9s 'causе we be flawless еvery time Spent a fortune on this diamonds, made a million off of rhymin' In the courtroom with a smile 'cause I ain't do nothin, your honor You'll die for my respect, you'll get flipped over a dollar 'Til I die, live the life of a boss player 'Cause even when I'm high, I got niggas with ten blammers, the future in my eyes I just really want the hundreds and things You see the foreigns double parked, no, we ain't come here for games We got groupies shakin' ass, she in here actin' like a slut Niggas'd do it for the bitch, but they won't do it for the bucks We got niggas in them dark coupes with ski masks Crackin' jokes with double cups all at they repass Ugh I live the life of a street nigga until the day I die Live the life of a boss nigga, you know I keep a 9 Live the life of a boss player, nigga, you know what— Ayy, look All eyes on me [Verse 2: Duffy] Schooled up and bled the scene, it's all eyes on me I ain't even gotta speak, I bet she leave with the team I'm in that Benz thing, slidin' with a Glock 23 I shoot shit, you better practice all that shit that you preach They say money bring bitches, bitches bring drama Shit, in my city, niggas dyin', so I keep buying choppers Part-time rapper, full-time boss, joint status I mean rockin' with the stakes, sippin' drank, mud walkin', yeah Off The Mussle, all eyes on us Know they nothin' like us, niggas' raps be all made up I'm in that water with the sharks, why he keep fakin' the funk? I'm burnin' rubber in the foreign screamin', "Free all the thugs" Rich nigga, but I still be in the trenches, holler at me All I know is get the money, that shit more than mandatory Pretty bitch, and plus, she got some uchies, had to get up on her Everybody always watchin', every move we make important Say you ready for the smoke? But I don't think he know I was taught to never show emotions, just go get the dough, shit Let's sit on the spot, we gon' be major paid by tonight The chosen ones, shit, we ain't really mean to take all the shine The F&Ns and the 9 up in the James Bond stash Crime pays, lil' nigga, nice guys finish last Bop bop, I'm masked up, where the gold? Where the cash? We gon' fuck up Neimans every time we pass, all eyes on me