Eclipse

[Intro] Yeah [Chorus] Woke up with some hoes in the kitchen cookin' dope They say you reap what you sow (I'm shy, oh, my God), I put my issues in a blunt Walk 'round with a bitch from Vogue, she my eater for the month If you ain't livin' by the code, I gotta step away, you sus You tryna beef with me, you bold, I'll put your granny in the trunk What you know about that stove? He took a soul, he on the run I come from roaches and black mold, from that ghetto, now it's up (Uppy, yeah) [Verse] But brodie caught a body 'bout a week ago, he on a roll Pride too high, you disrespect him, he gon' fo' sure let you know (Let you know) Keep a revolver, keep my shells, I hit 'em with a snub nose (Bah) Aim for thе head, I touch ya dome We bang that block and keep a chromе Leave you in the twilight zone, bitch love me and my cologne Put her in some Jimmy Choo, Balenci' jacket, Ricky shoes Ain't wit' one ho, I'm with a few, like 'em by the fuckin' two's My diamonds blind you, peekaboo, nigga said what? Beef with who? The nigga's a bug, tell 'em "Shoo," that nigga's a speck, leave 'em at the bottom of my shoe Might bless you like "Achoo," I'm that nigga, whatever I do R.I.P. Sean, do this shit for you, I'ma ask God, "What do I do?" Yeah Grew up on that block, I'm grandmom's baby I can never stop goin' brazy like I'm Tom Brady, meet me at the top Big ol' fifty on me and a hundred rounds, we 'bout to send some shots Who want smoke? Who want war? You a joke, pockets sore Go dig your partner up, he a dinosaur, he from a different day and age (Haha) Pour a Wock' in a lemonade, my bitch, she sippin' lemon drop Pull up in a yellow Lamb' and a red droptop Your whole gang broke as hell, pussy boy, you need to stop (Stop), drop, and roll Everything okay, I got this shit under control My bitch bad as hell, she stand on shit, pigeon-toed We spinnin' back, where ya at, catch the opps by the toe And I'm on demand, walk the yellow brick road, ah [Chorus] Woke up with some hoes in the kitchen cookin' dope They say you reap what you sow, I put my issues in a blunt Walk 'round with a bitch from Vogue, she my eater for the month If you ain't livin' by the code, I gotta step away, you sus You tryna beef with me, you bold, I'll put your granny in the trunk What you know about that stove? He took a soul, he on the run I come from roaches and black mold, from that ghetto, now it's up (Uppy)