Jbdapothead - Eyeballin Lyrics

I ain't have my scale had to buss a sale
Now I'm eyeballin
Got that in the mail
Turnt my clientele
Got the city callin
Got them labels callin
In and outta state no unfamiliar faces
Do no raw doggin
Ayy we law dodging
I can't take a L
Whats gone hide the smell
Got that white girl driving
Niggas camouflaging

As a youngin I lacked supervision
My pops wasn't present
My momma her dealings
She left for a minute
The streets fathered me and
Turned me to that nigga
I met some cool Bitches
That'll pick up a spoon
And then run through ya business
Go pick up the groceries
Then fool in ya kitchen
Leave out by 11 bout 400 briccas
Hop on the freeway
Throw that 50 cent in yeah
Make that shit look good
Ashley from the wood yeah
Rental from Abdul
Swear that mix got pull yeah
I'm the traffic mule
I'm the traffic mule yeah
I can't get it to you I can get it to you

I ain't have my scale had to buss a sale
Now I'm eyeballin
Got that in the mail
Turnt my clientele
Got the city callin
Got them labels callin
In and outta state no unfamiliar faces
Do no raw doggin ayy we law dodgin
I can't take a L
Whats gone hide the smell
Got that white girl driving
Niggas camouflaging

Clients calling pressing
Other niggas stretching
Tester tired of testing
Yo shit not impressive
Money so possessive
I love to posses it
Mixing like a chemist
Count up like professors
I got that bag went midget
They ain't know I did it yeah
Always on my pivot
They like JB missing yeah
Switching up locations
Bm think I'm tripping
Money gram a million
Store clerk in they feelings yeah

I ain't have my scale had to buss a sale
Now I'm eyeballin
Got that in the mail
Turnt my clientele
Got the city callin
Got them labels callin
In and outta state no unfamiliar faces
Do no raw doggin
Ayy we law dodging
I can't take a L
Whats gone hide the smell
Got that white girl driving
Niggas camouflaging

Dis flow here so quanine
I'm so brilliant Ill mind
Hit that mix it's bedtime
Leave you stuck on bus line
I feel like bumpy sometimes
There's more birds to go round
Who's not served gone come down
Alter call my trap house
My phone ring that's go time
Buss down buss down buss down
I'm on call like 8 lines
I just ran like 12 plays
I ain't slept in 2 months
Benji got the blue face
I don't know no boule
Whip my wrist no koolaid

I ain't have my scale had to buss a sale
Now I'm eyeballin
Got that in the mail
Turnt my clientele
Got the city callin
Got them labels callin
In and outta state no unfamiliar faces
Do no raw doggin
Ayy we law dodging
I can't take a L
Whats gone hide the smell
Got that white girl driving
Niggas camouflaging