H.o.f. Deadeye Lyrics

Check, check
Check, check
Check
Check, check, check
Check, woke up, equipped the blicky on me
Yes, bitch took the dick and put a hickey on it
Eating lambchops up at [?], just threw a billy on her
I'm the type to lay up in your bushes with a gilly on me
I got a AR
Wouldn't give a second to a bitch, yeah, I break hearts
Off the Henny, bitch, I'm ballin, I feel like J.R
Bro Deadeye Hall of Fame, you can't guard
I asked her what she like about me, this bitch done grabbed my dick
Wocky in my Kool-Aid, I'm in storе and I'm jammin chips
Playing with my gang, boy this shit can get disasterous
Doing 140 on the lodgе, I'm Mr. Crash The Whip
God damn, this was a rental
You be in the middle, play with me, I leave them in the spittle
Givenchy tee with the, I'm drippin like a kettle
Promise it ain't incidental, pull up, let the fifty him him
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, shoutout Scamley
Enterprise; they done f*cked around and banned me
UberEats; they done f*cked around and banned me
God damn Walmart done f*cked around and banned me
Expedia; like, shit, what you think they did?
Think again if you dummies thinking we ain't get it in
I got a white boy shooting shit, something like Porzingis nem
f*ck the curb, this a Hellcat speeding in
When I cash two Rollies, I'm posing with my wrists up
Oh your girlfriend, boy, you know I got my dick sucked
When it's on the floor, boy, you're supposed to pick up
Exotic pop with the Wockhardt, it make me hiccup
How it feel sitting in that blender, one press'll spin you round
2012 Billy Trues on, skinny jeans now
Amiri fiend, thinking, "How I punch these jeans, huh"
Off-White plus Heron on me, I'm a fiend now
It's Crazy, you can't stomach what I seen when I was little, man
Got my ex-bitch fired off a lil scam
Her lil dirty ass, man, like I give a damn Got two beats from yo uncle, threw them in the spam
You lookin at my fists, like bullets don't exist
Big warriors round me, on my Chris Mullin shit
I was sitting back, thinking "ain't no scams that don't exist"
You better have that slapper on you if you coming bony, bitch
Getting head with my feet on you table, drop a sock on it
I'm PJ flying, Wocky in the cockpit
Looking at the opps like, "How y'all dropping if we drop shit?"
Looking at my bitch like, "How you mad at me she want dick?"
[?] all yours, unless I'm out in Bali with some models
Shoutout to [?], bitch I'm Miri sagging, popping bottles
Little kitty cat get wet when she ask about us
Scrumble man, Gucci snake stepping, ain't no anacondas
Used to wanna hoop, now I'm shooting scams and coaching plays
How many jacks? How many midrange DeRozan made?
I'm too up now, phone slapping, I'm ignoring hate
Bitch, I'm in the deep, they just praying that my snorkel break
I heard they wanna kill me, bitch, I'm too ready
2020, 2020, yeah, bitch, that's two Chevy's
130, I got 40 on me, bitch, I'm too heavy
Tron for re-election, lil bitch, I'm dropping two Prezis
This a Fiji water, I can't drink it out the tap
Your bitch freaky, boy, the only the thing you freaking is some blacks
Bro'll line you up like a barber, Tiki for that bag
See the hate in my rifrials, I'm reaching for the bag
I got a little magic, I'll show you some; D.J. Augustin
Gave your bitch 100 [?], like bring them all to me
You asked, "how I get my money?' like, fraudulently
Asking me a question, you get shot, don't talk to me
Triple S stomping, you get popped, don't walk with me
Off your set with my migos, Cardi B
Sit your ass on that bench, you can't ball with me
Aye, hell nah, you can't ball with me, bitch

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