[Intro]
(Bitch)
(RYRY killed this shit)
Aye, all eyes on me
Aye, all eyes on me (Armani, this shit stuey, boy)
Aye

[Chorus]
All eyes on me, I feel like 2Pac (I feel like 2Pac)
It ain't no pity, pop him up and they like, "Who shot you?" (They like, "Who shot you?")
Them n***as tried to pump him up, now they like, "Who shot you?" (They like, "Who shot you?")
That n***a 'round you ain't your brother, he do not got you (He do not got you)

[Verse]
Aye, he won't blow his slam
Tried to run down on what's his name and that n***a ran (And that n***a ran)
Aye, you seen it firsthand (Seen it firsthand)
That n***a acting stingy with the weapon, better get your mans (Better get your mans)
All еyes on V, I'm the main attraction (I'm the main attraction)
Three hundrеd for a t-shirt, this expensive fashion (This expensive fashion)
Bitch, watch where you dump your ashes, this expensive fabric (This expensive fabric)
Drop seventy-seven out this GLOCK like a Dallas Maverick (Like a Dallas Maverick)
Aye, like I'm Luka Dončić (Like I'm Luka Dončić)
Them n***as said they on my head but they need to stop it (But they need to stop it)
Every time we wiggle through the—you know we get shit popping
Verde Babii, you could catch me out in North Stockton (Out in North Stockton)
[Chorus]
All eyes on me, I feel like 2Pac (I feel like 2Pac)
It ain't no pity, pop him up and they like, "Who shot you?"
Them n***as tried to pump him up, now they like, "Who shot you?" (They like, "Who shot you?")
N***a 'round you ain't your brother, he do not got you (He do not got you)
All eyes on me, I feel like 2Pac (I feel like 2Pac)
It ain't no pity, pop him up and they like, "Who shot you?" (They like, "Who shot you?")
Them n***as tried to pump him up, now they like, "Who shot you?" (They like, "Who shot you?")
That n***a 'round you ain't your brother, he do not got you (He do not got you)

[Outro]
Damn, they like, "Who shot you?"
That n***a tried to pump him up, now they like, "Who shot you?"
Ain't no pity, he do not shot you