Cyclops

Like aye Have you ever had a paper route Tuck-in like you throwin' paper Still ain't fina make it out The city where your closest people try so hard to take you out Oh the kid ain't tryna break his chip We had to shake him out, Aye Oh they ain't heard of them Bankbros Oh my God, he got them jeans with the wings on Snakes in the grass, stuck like they got stakes on The money convos ain't short, it might take long aye Man down but he's not mine I get dough, for any n**** think I fall behind I buss a op or any n**** tryna take mine Yea I'm like a Cyclops, baby there's only one I Yea I'm drunk enough Now these bitches think I'm Dumb Enough F*ck you up, Now she pistol-packing Ouu, I love it huh Now we thuggin' up F*ck it up or else I'll f*ck you up Cold heart, turn my eyes open now I run it up Ain't no second place, Feni got it first My chain still blingin' all in the dirt Hennessy, but the perky hittin' first Send your worst n**** we gone have him in the dirt (Yea) My thumb hurts 'cus I'm thumbin' up She gone f*ck me first 'cus I'm comin' up My money up, f*ck a dutch A woody got me stuck, the runtz I'm rollin' up Plenty bottles in the room we f*ck it up My Smith &Wesson cost a buck just to grip it I hit her, then like a bag of chips, I'm dipping These skinny jeans, fat boys couldn't fit in You fuckin' with the opposite, you must be tripping Yea like Bruce Wayne Swoop you in the night, All-black coupe aye Dusse, Codeine With the sprite, Feelin' loose aye Choosey, she a picky bitch, I bought her two aye Your bitch in the mood I'm about to make her tie my shoe aye Like aye Have you ever had a paper route Tuck-in like you throwin' paper Still ain't fina make it out The city where your closest people try so hard to take you out Oh the kid ain't tryna break his chip We had to shake him out, Aye Oh they ain't heard of them Bankbros Oh my God, he got them jeans with the wings on Snakes in the grass, stuck like they got stakes on The money convos ain't short, it might take long aye