CYCLOPS
My neck so shiny, oh
Don't fucking try me, whoa, whoa
Tongue like lighting bolt
Touch like a midas gold, oh
I got everything that I want
Eye been on the prize like I'm a fucking cyclops
Pulled up in a new whip
New drip, good gifts from my nigga on the side (on the side)
Pulled up, and it's, "Who's this?"
'Sclusive, ruthless, had to tell that nigga bye
Oh, I got everything that I want
Eye been on the prize like I'm a fucking cyclops
Bag so big like I'm traveling (traveling)
Pack so loud, called it Anderson
And I got these niggas panicking
They think they want a bitch like me, but they can't handle it
Oh, I got
My head in the right spot, them red eye need eyedrops
Every time I might drop
These niggas grimy, bro, confidence tiny, bro, whoa, whoa
They moving shiesty, bro, wanna be like me though, oh
I got everything that I want
Eye been on the prize like I'm a fucking cyclops
Pulled up in a new whip
New drip, good gifts from my nigga on the side (on the side)
Pulled up, and it's, "Who's this?"
'Sclusive, ruthless, had to tell that nigga bye
Oh, I got everything that I want
Eye been on the prize like I'm a fucking cyclops
Blast it
Don't fucking try me, whoa, whoa
Tongue like lighting bolt
Touch like a midas gold, oh
I got everything that I want
Eye been on the prize like I'm a fucking cyclops
Pulled up in a new whip
New drip, good gifts from my nigga on the side (on the side)
Pulled up, and it's, "Who's this?"
'Sclusive, ruthless, had to tell that nigga bye
Oh, I got everything that I want
Eye been on the prize like I'm a fucking cyclops
Bag so big like I'm traveling (traveling)
Pack so loud, called it Anderson
And I got these niggas panicking
They think they want a bitch like me, but they can't handle it
Oh, I got
My head in the right spot, them red eye need eyedrops
Every time I might drop
These niggas grimy, bro, confidence tiny, bro, whoa, whoa
They moving shiesty, bro, wanna be like me though, oh
I got everything that I want
Eye been on the prize like I'm a fucking cyclops
Pulled up in a new whip
New drip, good gifts from my nigga on the side (on the side)
Pulled up, and it's, "Who's this?"
'Sclusive, ruthless, had to tell that nigga bye
Oh, I got everything that I want
Eye been on the prize like I'm a fucking cyclops
Blast it
Credits
Writer(s): Amindi Kiara Frost
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