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