Bullseye lyrics

[Intro]
Buh, buh, buh, buh
Havin' our way with this sh*t
(DDot cold as a motherf*cker, on God)

[Verse 1]
Bubba chain a hundred thousand, ran it up in public housing
n*ggas pus*y, Ronda Rousey, f*ck with me, don't f*ck without me
Hula-hoop-ass n*gga got slimed out for tryna go around me
Know I'll get a n*gga ass touched right now, ain't gotta be around him
Booted up, I don't take no med, I be on that drank instead
f*ck 'round on that strong back, doin' too much, I damn near broke the bed
I don't gotta have no comeback, I don't argue, f*ck him, kill him dead
f*ck it, buy his b*tch a wig, f*ck his b*tch, I love to see it
I've been on this sh*t since I was a kid, all this sh*t I did
All my ex-hoes still ain't on sh*t, keep 'em out my mix
I don't even be tryna connect hoes with this motion sh*t
Know the police stayin' next door, still gettin' them Bubbas in
Ho, you know I don't play Connect Four, ain't with that playin' sh*t
Can't afford the risk, we pullin' through all dirty sticks
Cookin' up motion, shoot my shot, I got a Curry wrist
Gotta keep it kosher, can't do too much, these f*ck n*ggas'll snitch

[Chorus]
Servin' Crystal Falls just like The Haves and the Have Nots
All that f*ckin' with the opps'll get your ass slimed right out
Pull up in a Benz, she say that she wanna know me now
f*ck it, spin a bend, pop his ass and call it bullseye
Servin' Crystal Falls just like The Haves and the Have Nots
All that f*ckin' with the opps'll get your ass slimed right out
Pull up in a Benz, she say that she wanna know me now
f*ck it, spin a bend, pop his ass and call it bullseye
[Verse 2]
No matter where I'm at, I'm always lookin' through my third eye
Young turnt n*gga, she say that's what she need up in her life
I don't gotta rush, I do this sh*t, I take my time
I ain't f*ckin' with these hoes, they ain't my type, they half a dime
Put them n*ggas in a line, we gon' knock 'em all down
You'll never catch me slippin', that's how that last n*gga died
You know I'm made for this sh*t, you could see it in my eyes
Ready to cross a n*gga out, we ain't never makin' ties (DDot cold as a motherf*cker, on God)
Real hitter, trap n*gga, and a bad-b*tch getter
If I hit the yard, I'm runnin' 'round, tryna stab n*ggas
But I came too far, I can't even go back, n*gga
Know we slimed him out, come and get your lick back, n*gga