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Evil Eye
8
Hip-Hop/Rap
Evil Eye was released on February 20, 2025 by The Hip Hop Lab Records as a part of the album Evil Eye - Single
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Release DateFebruary 20, 2025
LabelThe Hip Hop Lab Records
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM100

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

Lyrics

(Fuck the fire, we got grease)
I can blow it, I ain't ballin' on a budget (I can blow it)
In the 'burb, neighbors tired of all the ruckus (Skrrt)
Dee generation next, I told her suck it (Ooh, it's BlueStrip, baby)
I like to keep my life personal and not public
'Cause I know my haters watchin' with an evil eye
Gettin' beat by your bitch 'cause she caught you in a lie
Why you actin' like a ten when we know that pussy dry? (We know)
Never lost a parlay by a leg, shit'd make you cry (Fuck)
Shit might get sticky, got my stick at all times (I got it)
Quick draw that blicky, drop him like a clothesline (Frrt)
In your city, need that fire when I touch down (I need it)
Bad bitch, she gettin' freaky, 'bout to bust down (Bust down)
In a whole different lane, **** can't compete (They can't)
First thing before I leave, gotta grab my heat (I got it)
First thing in the morning, why you dick suckin'? (Why you dick suckin'?)
Finna drop a 41 and have my wrist jumpin'
Finna give them boys the drop and have the block hot
You a killer but be dancin' all on TikTok (You a killer?)
I think if I was weak, I would've been flopped
Came a long way, clothes used to come from thrift shops
I ain't gotta cap, now my closet got designer (Designer)
Totin' seventeen, Glocky fuckin' with a minor (A minor?)
I'm the human torch, I be always droppin' fire
Gotta check your cap, I ain't fuckin' with a liar (Cap)
Fuckin' with the opposition get you fucked up, bro
Have you ever seen a hundred thousand? I ain't think so
Can't be a "has been", I ain't Tim Tebow
If you ever come across the play, then let me know
You come across the play, put the gang on (Put the gang)
I'd throw it up to bro, get you banged on (Get you banged on)
I'm still recognized with no chains on
Left 'em at the crib, but I still got my frames on (Just the buffies)
Can't shoot your shot, no-fly zone (Can't)
In your bitch crib, no socks on (No socks)
How you get out early? Who you tell on?
Don't be tryna reconnect with me, this a dead zone (Don't do that)
Pockets stuffed with some dead presidents
No, I do not want none of that pussy, she be sellin' it (She be sellin' it)
Why would I beef with you and you ain't relevant?
Bro just hit a lick, he pulled up like he won a settlement (A settlement)
Glock sleepin' with me, this my thunder buddy
Workin' like I'm broke but I'm not, my pockets look like LUCKI (They fat)
Ain't let the money make me, but I made the money
They say bein' broke a joke, but why that shit was never funny?
Throw me in the jungle, Jared Goff, I'm a lion
Smokin' Iron Man, drop his pack, got me flyin'
On a different planet, come and find me, King Kop
You the type to put it on your mom and still lie
My car ballin' too, it's in sport mode (It's in sport mode)
How you thirty with no money? Where your bankroll? (Where your bankroll?)
Watch when she do you wrong, you gon' hate hoes
Dog in here rockin' fake buffs, where they make those? (Fake buffs?)
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