Evil Eyes (feat. YG & Malaya)

Текст песни Terrace Martin - Evil Eyes (feat. YG & Malaya)

You heard I was beefin' with some rappers
You heard I was sellin' packs, YG like a trapper
You heard I got a new deal, YG own his masters
You heard I be livin' on the edge, I'm ass-backwards

Tuh, mind your fuckin' business, bitch
I'm out here and I'm gettin' rich
You can't pay your membership
For Equinox, that's fuckin' sick
Want to know who I'm fuckin' with?
Just know that she suckin' dick
We crazy in love and she lovin' it, yeah

Evil eyes, evil eyes
Keep me on my tiptoes when I tiptoe 'round town, uh
Leave my head down from the
Silly lies, silly lies
Stay on my earlobes, my tear folds stay dry, uh

I got reason to leave you this season, please believe me
Busy doin' things I can't get into
Schemin' with sleazy and silly-ass folks, that could be detrimental
Sayin', "Aw, man, fuck all that mentality shit"
Uh, come, let's get lit, uh
Cut all your losses, big boss, everybody knows that
Dreams of unfeasible nightmares
Starin' right back, and they're not fair

But why would I give up all my dry goods
To hang out with hyenas?
Tryna eat up all my peace of mind
Think it's time to mind my business like
La-la, la-la-la, la-la, la-la-la, la-la
Mind my business like
La-la, la-la-la, la-la, la-la-la, la-la

Evil eyes, evil eyes
Keep me on my tiptoes when I tiptoe 'round town, uh
Leave my head down from the
Silly lies, silly lies
Stay on my earlobes, my tear folds stay dry, uh

They say, "Wait up", told 'em, "Catch up with you later"
They say, "Why?", I say, "No debatin'"
Can't get caught up with no phony-ass, triflin'-ass, funky haters
Poppin' pills like now or laters

So why would I give up all my dry goods
To hang out with hyenas?
Tryna eat up all my peace of mind
Think it's time to mind my business like
La-la, la-la-la, la-la, la-la-la, la-la
Mind my business like
La-la, la-la-la, la-la, la-la-la, la-la
Time to mind my business from

Evil eyes, evil eyes
Keep me on my tiptoes when I tiptoe 'round town, uh
Leave my head down from the
Silly lies, silly lies
Stay on my earlobes, my tear folds stay dry

Ayy, I get all the attention, but I pay it no mind
I'm out here on the grind, bitch, I'm out here doin' fine
Cameras with the light in my face, man, that shit come with the shine
But I pay it no mind, I be boolin', I'm slime
Just tryna keep my name clean, y'all want it dirty, it seem
The homicide detectives questionin', tryna place me at murder scenes
I'm like, "Why would I get caught in the act of murderin'?"

Think it's time to mind my business like
La-la, la-la-la, la-la, la-la-la, la-la
Mind my business like
La-la, la-la-la, la-la, la-la-la, la-la
Mind my business like

(Terrace Martin)