Cyclops

Like aye

Have you ever had a paper route

Tuck-in like you throwin' paper

Still ain't fina make it out

The city where your closest people try so hard to take you out

Oh the kid ain't tryna break his chip

We had to shake him out, Aye

Oh they ain't heard of them Bankbros

Oh my God, he got them jeans with the wings on

Snakes in the grass, stuck like they got stakes on

The money convos ain't short, it might take long aye

Man down but he's not mine

I get dough, for any n**** think I fall behind

I buss a op or any n**** tryna take mine

Yea I'm like a Cyclops, baby there's only one I

Yea I'm drunk enough

Now these bitches think I'm Dumb Enough

Fuck you up, Now she pistol-packing

Ouu, I love it huh

Now we thuggin' up

Fuck it up or else I'll fuck you up

Cold heart, turn my eyes open now I run it up

Ain't no second place, Feni got it first

My chain still blingin' all in the dirt

Hennessy, but the perky hittin' first

Send your worst n**** we gone have him in the dirt

(Yea) My thumb hurts 'cus I'm thumbin' up

She gone fuck me first 'cus I'm comin' up

My money up, fuck a dutch

A woody got me stuck, the runtz I'm rollin' up

Plenty bottles in the room we fuck it up

My Smith &Wesson cost a buck just to grip it

I hit her, then like a bag of chips, I'm dipping

These skinny jeans, fat boys couldn't fit in

You fuckin' with the opposite, you must be tripping

Yea like Bruce Wayne

Swoop you in the night, All-black coupe aye

Dusse, Codeine With the sprite, Feelin' loose aye

Choosey, she a picky bitch, I bought her two aye

Your bitch in the mood I'm about to make her tie my shoe aye

Like aye

Have you ever had a paper route

Tuck-in like you throwin' paper

Still ain't fina make it out

The city where your closest people try so hard to take you out

Oh the kid ain't tryna break his chip

We had to shake him out, Aye

Oh they ain't heard of them Bankbros

Oh my God, he got them jeans with the wings on