[Lyrics] Skepta – Eyes on Me Lyrics

Lyrics
How they gonna lift my skirt? (How?)
When I never wear no dress
Eyes on me ’cause the way this designer looking on me got your girl impressed
Stylish G, I make one phone call and the gang turn up like it’s Merky’s Fest
They can’t diss us, boy, they get crushed in a Rizla
Stretch it and burnin’, yes
They got their eyes on me but my eyes on the girl in the tight up skirt (mhmm)
Bare songs about ice and racks
Them boy there live out their wifey’s purse (broke)
You don’t wanna see gang pull up
The cars dem full up, your guys disperse (bow, bow)
And we ain’t tryna take no L’s
Any funny business then we rise up first (ice)
Came with a what? Came with a who?
Came with the hood like a Canada Goose gang)
I dunno who gassed them yutes, I stay in the boy’s T like cranberry juice
Big man, you don’t wanna get murked in your Beamer
Meet the Grime Reaper
It’s thirty-eight degrees outside, but the streets still cold like a freezer
Gotta stay close to the heater
Ex-girl found out that I slept with it in the bed
But she couldn’t call me a cheater (sex)
Gotta stay with it
The streets hear that you’re getting money, they will spread news like the cleaner (brr)
Try slander my name in the paper (huh?)
Now I’m on the front cover in the Fader
It’s an oxymoron how I speak so bluntly
Still I’m as sharp as a razor
Who’s that boy in the new Bottega?
Sipping out a, no chaser (sex)
Bought a new crib and I got no neighbors
Independent, but I’m still so major (rich)
I was in New York tryna make ends meet outside the bodega (Skeppy)
I went from trap boy to wholesaler
Tables turned and I’m the rotator (ha)
How they gonna lift my skirt? (How?)
When I never wear no dress
Eyes on me ’cause the way this designer looking on me got your girl impressed
Stylish G, I make one phone call and the gang turn up like it’s Merky’s Fest
They can’t diss us, boy, they get crushed in a Rizla
Stretch it and burnin’, yes
They got their eyes on me but my eyes on the girl in the tight up skirt (mhmm)
Bare songs about ice and racks
Them boy there live out their wifey’s purse (broke)
You don’t wanna see gang pull up
The cars dem full up, your guys disperse (bow, bow)
And we ain’t tryna take no L’s
Any funny business then we rise up first (ice)
What you telling me?
I made it so easy to like me
Still they wanna be my enemy (huh?)
You know the fame comes with the jealousy (trust)
I’m an African giant, course she fucks with me, that’s simple science
One night with me and she feeling the chemistry
She love the way I move especially
No competition, ain’t no one ahead of me (greaze)
Stop the comparison, shit’s embarrassing
I’m a top soldier in the garrison (boaw-boaw)
Room full of gold like the Vatican
Diamond chain, frozen like a mannequin (ice)
I could put ’em in a hearse with a verse, they already know what’s happening (smoke)
Or we could do magic tricks, my guy wave the stick
Watch them boy start vanishing (brr)
How they gonna lift my skirt? (How?)
When I never wear no dress
Eyes on me ’cause the way this designer looking on me got your girl impressed
Stylish G, I make one phone call and the gang turn up like it’s Merky’s Fest
They can’t diss us, boy, they get crushed in a Rizla
Stretch it and burnin’, yes
They got their eyes on me but my eyes on the girl in the tight up skirt (mhmm)
Bare songs about ice and racks
Them boy there live out their wifey’s purse (broke)
You don’t wanna see gang pull up
The cars dem full up, your guys disperse (bow, bow)
And we ain’t tryna take no L’s
Any funny business then we rise up first (ice)