OG Damyan & Not Stoned - PRIVATE EYES Lyrics

Private eyes on me got me feelin paranoid
Cudi from the block crashed out off of opioids
Shawty said she want designer - she can't fill the void
Pack so loud even the neighbours they can hear the noise
Pack so loud - the neighbours told me then it ~down
Wide receiver with the pack - like Antonio ~brown
Got so much drip on me - I think I might just drown
I be like TI the king - how I need a crown
Broski in the kitchen - cheffin up - he whipping white
Don't care if its day - spot an opp it's on sight
Broski sippin high tec - pour an eight up in the sprite
Me I jus be smokin pack - that shit got me feelin right-
Ran up a 20 in the hood off rollin dice-
Pull to the Louie store I ain't gotta check the price
Posted up at the deli just like ice spice-
Opp slide - up blicky I ain't gotta think twice
Every time I see bro - he in a different whip
Broski really ran it up - off takin trips
Better not get pulled over gotta 50 in the clip
Goin bayblade with the glick how I let it rip
When I go to New York ima hit up saks
F*ck off a 10 ball - ain't nothin to get it back
When I get back ima go back to the trap-
*Flip it ten fold - ima stack my racks
Stack my racks then ima hit up niemans
So much drip got me feelin like I'm - dreamin
In the trap I be plottin - I stay schemin
So much dope got me feelin like I'm a demon
Money Mitch how I f*ck up paper in the club
So many wins ima have to start stackin my dubs
*In the trap can't see the tabletop - only drugs
Caught a 10 band play - it got me yellin plug
Two phones on me like my name was Kevin Gates
One for the zips and got one for the weight
So many pints I might ship out a whole crate
Told broski slow it down then he poured another eight
Ain't no runnin ain't no hidin from this four pound
In a trap house shit boutta be torn down
In the field like football but there ain't no bounds
Travelled down south for a minute for a thousand rounds
Stackin money something he'll never learn to do
Juug here serve there I'm makin money moves
Got an army of apes this ain't just any crew
Brodie in the sunken place he be poppin blues
Drip so hard got me feelin like I'm lil baby
I be rapping fast but no I ain't slim shady-
Usain Bolt how I get to the bag I be chasing
See the lights in the mirror get to speed racin