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