3rd Eye Open

(Damn, MyBaad)

Keep that

Wop (Favor, turn me up)

My third eye open, so I'm seein' shit you don't see

If we gon' thug, then fuck who you was with before me, love (ayy, yo, Steery, cook it up)

If they would've loved me as a child, you wouldn't know me

I let these narcotics lock me down, I need my soul freed up

I'm tired of dealin' with these folks and my dog piss in a cup

Remember was sittin' on these packs, I couldn't get rid of this stuff

I'm young and rich, I fuck your bitch without me givin' a fuck

You can't be mad at me for that, these hoes be givin' it up (ah)

I think that bitch a vegetarian 'cause all she eat is just nut

Kurt Co-blow the brains right off her head, drank in my cup (uh)

I'm young and lit, soon as I got rich everybody drinks been on me

Ayy, ho, I don't use no bank the hood still put that bank on me

You mad you turned your back on me, I'm just mad this shit was free (on me)

I'm not the type to throw no fee but, bitch, you paid for it (you did)

I'm the type to wet this bitch like I was made for it (skrrt)

Niggas know I slay for it

So I put chains on top my wrist, flash

Chains on top my bitch, blast

You told 'em drop that diss, crash

Boy, they done catch him quick, bad (ayy)

All I know is count it slow (slow), hit the mall and spend it fast (fast)

Hit the road, I'm low on cash (cash)

We post a bonus, yes (yeah)

All I know is get a bag

All I know is, alright

All I know is, alright

All I know is, uh

All I know is get a bag, I do

Yeah, all I know is get a bag

I know how to stack the bag

And that's why my wrist still shinin' (still shinin')

And that's why my money stay pilin', oh

Private plane, conversin' with the pilots (with the pilots)

She just wan' see me but I never make the time for her (time for her)

She say she won't take no lyrics but ice on all my chest, uh

Take good care of her kids, it's only right I bless her

Yeah, I've been gone for days, baby, weeks maybe

I'm tryna be her treat later

I'm just tryin', uh, huh, I ain't tryin', I'm stackin' the paper

Percocets and Xanax bars and drank, I'm in my feelings

And drank gon' be the blame when I start sippin' and start killin'

Bank statement from December, I spent one-point-two million

The tour date just locked in, they wan' point to me (wop, Favor, turn me up)

My third eye open, so I'm seein' shit you don't see

If we gon' thug, then fuck who you was with before me, love (ayy, yo, Steery, cook it up)

If they would've loved me as a child, you wouldn't know me

I let these narcotics lock me down, I need my soul freed up

Ah, let narcotics lock me down, I need my soul freed up

Seein' shit you don't see

If we gon' thug, then fuck who you was with before me, love

If they would've loved me as a child, you wouldn't know me

I let these narcotics lock me down, I need my soul free