Eyes Wide Shut

[Intro]
Turn up, yeah, yeah, bitch

[Chorus]
My whole style in sync, I pour my own drink
Big Glock under my mink, I know the opps still link
Just know I'm on to them, eyes wide shut, no blink
I'm dealin' with a bunch of pawns, took my armor, that's a king

[Verse 1]
I was in a fucked up position, mama found my Smith &
Old friends, they start dissin', but I pay them no attention
They've been tweakin' off that Perky, they think I won't them do dirty (Dirty)
I picked up bundles early, look like I'm 730
I ain't just jump off a stoop (Nah, nigga)
My coupe Nipsey blue (Skrrt)
Nigga, I did the recruitin' (I did)
The reason why you got recruited (It's true)
And, nigga, you ain't playin' me (Nah)
You must be talkin' 'bout the flute (Pshh)
And your bitch payin' me (Payin' me)
Especially if she think I'm cute (Hey, hey, hey)
Uh, ride and spark with the fire, dump with the lighter
I'm in the Ferrari Spyder
Arnold Palmer's original slider
Y'all don't wanna get me fired up
Hop out, give a fuck what your name is
I'm with the YG 'cause we here to stay dangerous
Don't, don't let me send it to your block
Yeah, everybody got shot
Nigga know how we rock (Skrrt), I put a four in the pot (Pot)
Then turnin' up with a lot (Lot), then I go find me a thot (Hey)
Niggas is struck like a bunch of hoes, but bro, I stick to the evil I know
They think Lean shinin', they think I do shows
Believe me, he got all the dough, oh

[Chorus]
My whole style in sync, I pour my own drink
Big Glock under my mink, I know the opps still link
Just know I'm on to them, eyes wide shut, no blink
I'm dealin' with a bunch of pawns, took my armor, that's a king

[Verse 2]
If I take your bitch, you'll never get her back
A little bit of shit, you know how I act
Ain't no fiction, nigga, that's facts
Gotta live it up for my nigga Max
Three hundred degrees, we too intense
That's what a bitch nigga shot through the fence
Niggas done missed me, I know they bent
They gotta go bring back guns they rent
Yeah, I ain't see shit they're blowing, folks should've packed that
Clothes still smellin' like bad crack
Got about a hundred in my backpack
Trying to send something, but it ain't no CashApp
If I check that shit, I don't back that
We know it ain't you, where the cap at?
Your boyfriend a squeakie, he a big rat
Yeah, yeah, lil' bitch

[Pre-Chorus]
They say that love is the answer
I turned my girl to a dancer
Hit the club, freelancer
Straight drop four in the Fanta
I'm from the six, but this ain't Atlanta
Hermes the belt and Gucci bandana, uh
I'm in love with gettin' pesos (I'm in love with gettin' pesos)
I'm in love with gettin' money

[Chorus]
My whole style in sync, I pour my own drink
Big Glock under my mink, I know the opps still link
Just know I'm on to them, eyes wide shut, no blink
I'm dealin' with a bunch of pawns, took my armor, that's a king
My whole style in sync, I pour my own drink
Big Glock under my mink, I know the opps still link
Just know I'm on to them, eyes wide shut, no blink
I'm dealin' with a bunch of pawns, took my armor, that's a king