Lyrics: Hubert Socha
Music: Hubert Socha
DJ hubithekid
All eyes on me when I walk into the club
I got some X on me，now we getting ****ing crunk
Got my nails done，she like,"Boy you serving cunt"
I got blood in my cup, I got giltter in my blunt
Yeath,yeah,fresh as **** ,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
Yeath,podrzucamy butelki
Wchodzę do bnb i lecą moje piosenki
Smutni chopcy 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 ****in' allergic
Told that hoe I'm genderfluid, though she sayin' she thirsty
Bad bitch wanna back it up on me
Pull up, 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, bitch
Take it in, but you never even finished
Tea ****, but you ain't even British
Smoking green, dripping red, it ain't even Christmas
Crack pressure, voice-smasher
**** 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 bitch, bitch mirrored, so delirious
"Pretty bitch 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
I 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, bitch, hoe, we get irrational
Hear Cupcakke blast by when I pass you on the street
Open up the open, press record,and say,"Bon appétit"
Because I eat, bitch, and if it's not lit, I won't go
But if l pop out to your show, 'll get your head to bang
Make it a remix with Baeby 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 ****ing 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 bitch in the back of the function
Sifting through swag, it really mean nothing
I was hanging out, I feel so ratchet
****ing on the TV, bitch, you're going crazy
Pretty little scene bitch, I 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 ****ing whore Baby, come here, gimme some more
Can't leave now, you'll knock your door
'Til I want her to **** 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