Jayy - Deadeye Lyrics

And I really thought dat nigga was my brother He be hidin' shit
I'm just tryin' get dis gold
Nigga I ain't Midas' bitch
Nigga drunk throwin' up disrespect fightin' bitch
God bro said he left the hoe nigga said he out
Yeah
Aye
Bitch
Got a Glock and muzzle it's a Gen 5
He say he gon' take my bitch that's a damn lie
Put that bitch up in the trap I got red eyes
That nigga got precision aim He a deadeye
Tell lil bro I got motion tell lil bro I'm gettin' rich
Tell that boy I said he soft tell that boy that he a bitch
She want love not for me matter of fact she for the streets
I got a fetish want some money other niggas be likin' feet
Niggas chillin' lookin' cool told that boy to stay in school
You a f*ckin' crash dummy nigga you a f*ckin' fool
Niggas said he see red nigga you are not a bull
I just want a big house with a motherf*ckin' pool
We just tryna get some money I'm just with my God brother
We just wanna get some money takin' care of our damn mother
Dick up in her Stomach told that bitch go get some tums
Tell that boy gon' post a rack while that nigga postin' guns
Keep a hunnid keep a stack
F*ck that bitch and make her cum
Nigga talkin' all that shit he a hater he a bum
Tellin' krys he the uncle cuz the lil' bro you my son
My niggas eatin' good don't worry nigga we just left you crumbs
And I really thought that nigga was my brother
He be hidin' shit I'm just tryna get this gold
Nigga I ain't Midas bitch niggas drunk throwin' up
Disrespect We fightin' bitch God bro say he left the hoe
Niggas say he out this bitch
Told my girl f*ck that nigga
That nigga not on shit
F*ck that girl she a hoe
Please don't send me no pics
Bullets make him sizzle up
Nigga he had a damn fish
Failed the test f*ck it up
It's because my damn piss
Told my bitch I don't want no damn kiss
Go find them boys drop I'm tryna pop and let that K hit
They claimin' that we off but call the cops when they see faces split
We all up on that block loaded with chops
You know it's danger bitch
This drill shit we ain't new to this
Ah bitch I'm wide awake
Heard you was online talkin' that shit it's time to make some shake
Boy stop playing you know you been a bitch bout time to meet dat Drac
Had to get his homie he a snitch
We dumped him in dat lake
Dead eye get on walk down split on
Red dots sick em headshots flip on
Sky we sent him bye-bye who tripped on
Don't cry lil' bitch this a drive-by come get em
Aaaaah
Aaaaah
Aaaaah
That's why you don't got money Krys got all the money
You done?
Psyche!!
Thought I was done hop on the beat just like a bunny
He kept on playin' shot at his residents for thinkin' shit was funny
High up turned off her load knew she was cheatin' I ain't no dummy
Asked yo' big bro how these hollows felt how it ate his arms like gummies
What
Aaaaah
Aaaaah
Yeah pick up your man's yeah he did He ain't undertaker
And yo bitch just suck my dick I ain't have to make a her
Niggas say that he a gangster he a f*ckin' faker uh-huh
Got my team yea we goated we just like the Lakers
Uh-huh
Glock 50 make that nigga do the jiggy
Choppa got it hunnid around yeah that bitch just got some titties
My niggas creep up ain't no sound
Bitch I'm high get so tipsy
I been smokin' all this weed
Don't mean it I'm a hippie