Lyrics to Cyclops
Here we go, run the spot, tryna drop, drop
Sending shots, pop, down the dot, that boy cyclops
Take they shots, shots, caught up in they live stock
Cattle for the grrr, grrr, cattle for the grrr, grrr
Here we go, run the spot, tryna drop, drop
Sending shots, pop, down the dot, that boy cyclops
Take they shots, shots, caught up in they live stock
Cattle for the grrr, grrr, cattle for the grrr, grrr
You not that guy, not surprised by your nine to fives
You talk without the stride, you need more disguise
All that fake inside, pull up arms out, like they takin flight
Hug these nuts my guy, come correct, I know your type
Posted up, open up my cuts, I still lust
Want my money up, buy my bitch all kinds of stuff
Still selective with my trust
Why the fuss, cause I don't hand out the fucks
Ya man barkin tough, bet I make that puppy hush
Here we go, run the spot, tryna drop, drop
Sending shots, pop, down the dot, that boy cyclops
Take they shots, shots, caught up in they live stock
Cattle for the grrr, grrr, cattle for the grrr, grrr
Tryna do the right thing, people mad at me
Living happily, no capping, G
I be working hard, no academy
Block the opps out like a allergy
Uh, I will put you in a trauma unit
Say I'm pussy, well bet I'm about to do it
See em peep, how they look to see how we moving
I can't give a fuck please, stop the music
I don't wanna hear shit, throw all the opps in the ditch
Act like a bitch, meanwhile I'm getting rich
Came from New York, I lived out in the sticks
I'm not a people person, I don't like it outside
Know somebody, finna die if we ride
Send the addy with a time and we slide
Call up Biv and then we come and divide
Baby can't nobody fuck up the vibe
Kick the doors, eating dinner inside
Cold heart, dropping blood when I cry
Final hour, bitch you gettin denied
Oh, they ain't like that flow
Rack up the check and we go, you already know
Well maybe you don't
Do not don't disturb, don't be hitting my phone
Oh, pull up like terrorist, pulling embezzlement
We finna put em in sediment
Oh, why he sitting and he worried bout relevance?
I'm living life eatin good for the Hell of it
Hell on me, everything, I can't breathe
Hell on me, everything, I can't breathe
Hell on me, everything, I can't breathe
Hell on me, everything, I can't breathe
Wait, you alright? You ain't even start this fight
Saying I was late to the party, baby I'm awake, but hardly
Frame my face like Vogue, cook that fate like stoves
I ain't even know whats home, I ain't even make my growth
Simple that pleasure you quickly the lesser
Once everything's weathered, wait
Bringing the sickness that caused us the hatred
I'm keeping my eye lids bind
Fuck, I don't know what's new for me
But I know I can't hold me
Heart rate phonk BPM
Watch my body drop EDM
All I know is red eyes and faces
Promise you that I'm fucking dangerous
Maybe I should just smoke some weed, looking up up on my feed
Welcome to the inner speed, mental breaking every week
I make 'em dance, make em do a little jig, yeah
Zoomin to crash, fly out the window and shit, yeah
I'm doin my dash, i'm gettin my money fix, yeah
I don't give a fuck, havin' fun with this shit, god damn
I heard that they talkin' with stank face
I still made em dance, do the stanky leg
Homie fuck em up with full haste
He ground em' into a fine paste
Yeah, yeah he ground up into a fine paste
Nah fuck it he liquid, he displaced
We know how to put a pussy in they place
You hear we got red on the beat and it smacks
See me and think holy shit he got all types of swag
Making my money, I'm making my bag
Yeah, whole lotta facts
We get rid of fiends like they ass was some plaque
Gnaw on a fucker who act like a rat
We pull up in tanks and artillery STAT
Bitch I'm a sergeant and you gettin' wacked
I talked to Biv and he tell me to get this
MFNF man who are we kidding?
I was just born as a joke and I know it
Life is a comedy show and I'm scalping the tickets
Hit the mic stand now I'm back in business
Got no jokes but I'm so impulsive
Put you back in your place so compulsive
Stare at the blood eyes repulsive
Better get laughing I'm already dead
Picking my jugular next, ayy
Shedding my skin and I'm picking at threads
This not a promise, this is a threat
Don't show up to my funeral, don't want love
Better hug my skeleton, take a good luck rib back home
Hope you get cursed for eternity
Get back better cause an emergency
Riddled with bullets they wish I was gone
And I'm reanimated im lacking my patience
I'm taking revenge and I'm not even finished
My body diminished, I'm sick of this gravity
Sick of this planet, sick of this scapegoat
Not even finished, I should've died
I'm such a fuck up couldn't do shit right
Too scared to die so I'm back to life
Here we go, run the spot, tryna drop, drop
Sending shots, pop, down the dot, that boy cyclops
Take they shots, shots, caught up in they live stock
Cattle for the grrr, grrr, cattle for the grrr, grrr
Here we go, run the spot, tryna drop, drop
Sending shots, pop, down the dot, that boy cyclops
Take they shots, shots, caught up in they live stock
Cattle for the grrr, grrr, cattle for the grrr, grrr
Sending shots, pop, down the dot, that boy cyclops
Take they shots, shots, caught up in they live stock
Cattle for the grrr, grrr, cattle for the grrr, grrr
Here we go, run the spot, tryna drop, drop
Sending shots, pop, down the dot, that boy cyclops
Take they shots, shots, caught up in they live stock
Cattle for the grrr, grrr, cattle for the grrr, grrr
You not that guy, not surprised by your nine to fives
You talk without the stride, you need more disguise
All that fake inside, pull up arms out, like they takin flight
Hug these nuts my guy, come correct, I know your type
Posted up, open up my cuts, I still lust
Want my money up, buy my bitch all kinds of stuff
Still selective with my trust
Why the fuss, cause I don't hand out the fucks
Ya man barkin tough, bet I make that puppy hush
Here we go, run the spot, tryna drop, drop
Sending shots, pop, down the dot, that boy cyclops
Take they shots, shots, caught up in they live stock
Cattle for the grrr, grrr, cattle for the grrr, grrr
Tryna do the right thing, people mad at me
Living happily, no capping, G
I be working hard, no academy
Block the opps out like a allergy
Uh, I will put you in a trauma unit
Say I'm pussy, well bet I'm about to do it
See em peep, how they look to see how we moving
I can't give a fuck please, stop the music
I don't wanna hear shit, throw all the opps in the ditch
Act like a bitch, meanwhile I'm getting rich
Came from New York, I lived out in the sticks
I'm not a people person, I don't like it outside
Know somebody, finna die if we ride
Send the addy with a time and we slide
Call up Biv and then we come and divide
Baby can't nobody fuck up the vibe
Kick the doors, eating dinner inside
Cold heart, dropping blood when I cry
Final hour, bitch you gettin denied
Oh, they ain't like that flow
Rack up the check and we go, you already know
Well maybe you don't
Do not don't disturb, don't be hitting my phone
Oh, pull up like terrorist, pulling embezzlement
We finna put em in sediment
Oh, why he sitting and he worried bout relevance?
I'm living life eatin good for the Hell of it
Hell on me, everything, I can't breathe
Hell on me, everything, I can't breathe
Hell on me, everything, I can't breathe
Hell on me, everything, I can't breathe
Wait, you alright? You ain't even start this fight
Saying I was late to the party, baby I'm awake, but hardly
Frame my face like Vogue, cook that fate like stoves
I ain't even know whats home, I ain't even make my growth
Simple that pleasure you quickly the lesser
Once everything's weathered, wait
Bringing the sickness that caused us the hatred
I'm keeping my eye lids bind
Fuck, I don't know what's new for me
But I know I can't hold me
Heart rate phonk BPM
Watch my body drop EDM
All I know is red eyes and faces
Promise you that I'm fucking dangerous
Maybe I should just smoke some weed, looking up up on my feed
Welcome to the inner speed, mental breaking every week
I make 'em dance, make em do a little jig, yeah
Zoomin to crash, fly out the window and shit, yeah
I'm doin my dash, i'm gettin my money fix, yeah
I don't give a fuck, havin' fun with this shit, god damn
I heard that they talkin' with stank face
I still made em dance, do the stanky leg
Homie fuck em up with full haste
He ground em' into a fine paste
Yeah, yeah he ground up into a fine paste
Nah fuck it he liquid, he displaced
We know how to put a pussy in they place
You hear we got red on the beat and it smacks
See me and think holy shit he got all types of swag
Making my money, I'm making my bag
Yeah, whole lotta facts
We get rid of fiends like they ass was some plaque
Gnaw on a fucker who act like a rat
We pull up in tanks and artillery STAT
Bitch I'm a sergeant and you gettin' wacked
I talked to Biv and he tell me to get this
MFNF man who are we kidding?
I was just born as a joke and I know it
Life is a comedy show and I'm scalping the tickets
Hit the mic stand now I'm back in business
Got no jokes but I'm so impulsive
Put you back in your place so compulsive
Stare at the blood eyes repulsive
Better get laughing I'm already dead
Picking my jugular next, ayy
Shedding my skin and I'm picking at threads
This not a promise, this is a threat
Don't show up to my funeral, don't want love
Better hug my skeleton, take a good luck rib back home
Hope you get cursed for eternity
Get back better cause an emergency
Riddled with bullets they wish I was gone
And I'm reanimated im lacking my patience
I'm taking revenge and I'm not even finished
My body diminished, I'm sick of this gravity
Sick of this planet, sick of this scapegoat
Not even finished, I should've died
I'm such a fuck up couldn't do shit right
Too scared to die so I'm back to life
Here we go, run the spot, tryna drop, drop
Sending shots, pop, down the dot, that boy cyclops
Take they shots, shots, caught up in they live stock
Cattle for the grrr, grrr, cattle for the grrr, grrr
Here we go, run the spot, tryna drop, drop
Sending shots, pop, down the dot, that boy cyclops
Take they shots, shots, caught up in they live stock
Cattle for the grrr, grrr, cattle for the grrr, grrr
