​eye to eye lyrics

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Hardrock


[Intro]
Yeah
Coming for my grands (Coming for my grands)
She want to hold my hands (want to hold my hands)
I just want the bands (I just want the bands)
(saint in this motherf*cker)

[Chorus]
She reaching for my bands (Reachin', reachin')
I'm gon' slap her hand
The feds been gunning for my mans (sh*t, ho)
I took the risk, I took the chance (Took that), yeah
Gotta tell 'em like how it is (sh*t)
It don't get no better than this (Woah)
No, I ain't got no kids
So I'm spending racks on my wrist (On my wrist)
You can do some things with a brick (Sure, sure)
You can stack 'em and make them hoes flip (Phwoah, phwoah)
When my brother had called from the cell (Ooh, ooh), I told him, "That's how it flip?" (sh*t, fi')
Told them boys, "Don't mess with no roaches" (sh*t, pfft), 'cause it's bound to be some morе (Slatt, slatt)
God be talking to me like I'm Mosеs, told me, "Don't you stop, give it some more"
Money coming in, I let my chain hang low
Committed a lot of sins (Woah), told Him I won't do it no more (f*ck, sh*t)
Muddy green, my lean (Lean, lean, lean), Balmain on my jeans (Woah)
Came onto the scene (Yeah, yeah), just started running things (Slatt, phwoah)
Thought we was eye to eye, but her eyes always on my bling (Bling, bling)
Bad b*tch pour my cup (Yeah, yeah), I'm living just like a king
[Verse]
Eager to cheat, fettuccine (Yes)
Disappear on 'em, Houdini (sh*t)
Bentleys and new Lamborghinis (Yeah)
Pull out the stick, cause a frenzy (Yeah)
When it get cold, Moncleezy my coat ('Cleezy, 'Cleezy)
All them boys be fake, I don't f*ck with them folks (sh*t, yeah)

[Chorus]
She reaching for my bands (Reachin' for my bands)
I'm gon' slap her hand (sh*t, phew, phew)
The feds been gunnin' for my mans (sh*t, gunnin' for my—)
I took the risk, I took the chance (Took that chance), yeah
Gotta tell 'em like how it is
It don't get no better than this
No, I ain't got no kids
So I'm spending racks on my wrist
You can do some things with a brick
You can stack 'em and make them hoes flip
When my brother had called from the cell, I told him, "That's how it flip?" (Uh)
Told them boys, "Don't mess with no roaches", 'cause it's bound to be some more
God be talking to me like I'm Moses (sh*t), told me, "Don't you stop, give it some more"
Money coming in, I let my chain hang low
Committed a lot of sins, told Him I won't do it no more (Huh, f*ck)
Muddy green, my lean, Balmain on my jeans
Came onto the scene, just started running things
Thought we was eye to eye, but her eyes always on my bling
Bad b*tch pour my cup, I'm living just like a king
[Outro]
sh*t
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