deadeye

No more Mr. Nice Guy I'm a cyclops, open up my third eye Bloodstain on my shirt like it's tear dye Aim into the scope, that's my deadeye (Eggtock, hahahaha) (Gang) (Grizzly)

No more Mr. Nice Guy I'm a cyclops, open up my third eye Bloodstain on my shirt like it's tear dye Aim into the scope, that's my deadeye

I don't give a fuck, I keep throwing up I'm with Eastside, yeah, we strapped Bitch, you know we 'bout to hunt We got Capi in the back, choppa let it bust Put that bullet through his chest, I don't think that shit enough

No more Mr. Nice Guy Bitch, I got the pole, yeah, you might die Walk with a strap, F14, you know we never lack Clip back, we gon' leave that pussy running back Yeah, I can't fall down Bitch, I got that pole now, I can't let my bros down If he talk down, leave him on the fucking floor I got racks now, but I'm still on the same mode Nah, it'll never work out I shoot a couple bullets to him, make it worse now Nah, it'll never work out I shoot a couple bullets to him, make it worse now Can't talk now, I'm up in the chalk, fuck You getting stuck now, pussy getting clocked out Hit my ho once, pull up with a Glock If he talking shit, I'ma put him in a sock

No more Mr. Nice Guy I'm a cyclops, open up my third eye Bloodstain on my shirt like it's tear dye Aim into the scope, that's my deadeye No more Mr. Nice Guy I'm a cyclops, open up my third eye Bloodstain on my shirt like it's tear dye Aim into the scope, that's my deadeye