Wide Eyes lyrics

[Intro]
(That's dirty)
(RJ always trippin', man, RJ always trippin')
Like, huh

[Verse]
If you really f*ckin' with me, n*gga, you'll never stop
Huh, always got one up top, yours never c*cked
Hm, don't hold your wrist up next to mine, I got a better watch
Hm, I got tired of sittin' at home, I make the tether pop
Like, I had to cut that b*tch off
You wanna get somewhere in life, you gotta cut that b*tch off
Unc deal with hardware, he said he never hit soft
And if I pop this pink pill, I ain't gon' never get soft, b*tch
Huh, don't tell me I'm too ghetto, I'm still a boss, b*tch
Even when it ain't no beat on, I'ma talk sh*t
Huh, they could've cut my legs off, I'll still walk sh*t
Come on, when my big bro died, I walked out wearin' Walk sh*t, n*gga
They passed all my brothers clothes down
The trap spot don't never stop, it's not gon' close down
f*ck the rap, I made my name from bein' road-down
I'm 'pose to bowl, but I keep knockin' all these hoes down
Like, n*gga, f*ck the pin
When you die, you gon' leave here by yourself, so f*ck a friend
When I got grown, I told myself I'm not gon' catch no bus again
I keep a Glock and wide eyes, I'm never gon' get touched again
Huh, I had to yell out pause, he actin' sus' again
I let her come back, she still played, she f*cked my trust again
How you go from broke-rich to broke? You out of luck again?
f*ck how n*ggas feel, I hit the gym and got my buckets in, n*gga
Hm, f*ck a couple hundred G's, I want some M's, n*gga
Hm, bro said he don't want no thirty, I got tens, n*gga
Huh, what you mean you not a ho? Then why you friends with 'em
It's hard not to speak to tweaks, I used to live with 'em
Huh, before I made my first song, I used to wrap stuff
When you f*ck with me, you won't get a Uber, I sittin' in black trucks
Huh, I ain't fill no building's yet, but I can pack stuff
All I rap is real sh*t, I do not cap much, come on
I don't play around, I do not be layin' down
Hm, if I don't got my Glock, I do keep me a K around
Hm, I don't think I'm C Breezy, but I can take you down
After I turn your life up, then I gon' drag you down
Like, I might ice you out, then try to buy you out
He said before he grab the 'bow, he wanna try a ounce
Huh, before I turn you to my ho, I gotta try your mouth
Hm, I do what the f*ck I want, I don't be tryin' out
Hm, I don't be tryin' stuff, I don't be highin' stuff
Bae, tell the truth, I don't like to do that lyin' stuff
Hm, I can only deal with 'em when I be high enough
Hm, I don't know if they love me, I just be buyin' stuff
Come on, I'm sick I ain't got me no wife, how I keep findin' sl*ts?
Come on, I got the best dope around the town, my sh*t be diamond cut
Come on, I should probably go be a pilot, I be fly as f*ck
Come on, don't come around and not stay down, you in my life for what?