deadeye

no more Mr. nice guy I'm a cyclops, open up my third eye blood stains on my shirt, like it's hair dye aiming through the scope, that's my dead eye i don't give a f*ck i-keep-i-keep throwing up i'm wit isai and we strapped, bitch u know we bouta hunt we got capri in the back, c-c-choppa let it bust put that bullet through his chest, I dont think think shit enough no more mr nice guy bitch i up the pole yeah u might die walk wit a strap afflicted u know we never lack kick, back we gon leave that pussy running back yeah, yeah i cant fall, down bitch i up that pole, now i cant let my bros, down if he talk, down leave him on the fucking floor i got racks, now but im still wanting some more no, it will never work out i'll send a couple bullets 2 u i'll make it worse now no, it will never work out i'll send a couple bullets 2 u i'll make it worse now he wont talk- he wont talk no imma bring the chop out he getting stomped down pussy getting blocked out he gon hide when i pull up with that glock if he talk get shot imma put him in a shock no more Mr. nice guy I'm a cyclops, open up my third eye blood stains on my shirt, like it's hair dye aiming thru da scope, that's my dead eye no more Mr. nice guy I'm a cyclops, open up my third eye blood stains on my shirt, like it's hair dye aiming thru da scope, that's my dead eye