No more mister nice g—

I-I'm— cyclops, open up m-m-my third eye

Blo— Blo— Blood 'ain-'ain on my shirt, like it's hair dye

A-a-aimin' through the scope, that's my dead eye

(erdo, hahahaha)

(afflicted)

O-oh, o-oh, o-oh

O-oh, o-oh, o-oh

O-o-o-o-o-oh (crusafix)

No more mister nice guy

I-I'm a cyclops, open up my third eye

Blo-blood stain on my shirt, like it's hair dye

A-a-aimin' through the scope, that's my dead eye

O-oh, I don't give a fuck, I keep-I keep throwing up

I'm with isai and we strapped, bitch, you know we 'bouta hunt

We got c4pri in the back, c-c-choppa, let it bust

Put that bullet through his chest, I don't think that shit enough

O-o-o-oh, no more mister nice guy

Bitch, I up that po-o-o-o-ole, yeah, you might die

Walk with a strap, afflicted, you know we never lack

Cli-click back, we gon' leave that pussy running back

Yeah, y-yeah, I can't fall down

Bitch, I up that pole now, I can't let my bros down (O-oh)

If he talk down, leave him on the fucking floor

I got racks now, but I'm still wanting some more

No, o-oh, i-it will never work out

I'll send a couple bullets to you, I'll make it worse now (O-o-o-oh)

I-It will never work out

I'll send a couple bullets to you, I'll make it worse now (O-o-o-oh)

(He won't talk) He won't talk, no, I'ma bring the chop out

He getting stomped, now pussy getting blocked out

He gon' hide when I pull up with that Glo-o-ock

If he talk, get shot, I'ma put him in a shock

No more mister nice guy

I-I'm a cyclops, open up my third eye

Blo-blood stain on my shirt, like it's hair dye

A-a-aimin' through the scope, that's my dead eye

No more mister nice guy

I-I'm a cyclops, open up my third eye

Blo-blood stain on my shirt, like it's hair dye

A-a-aimin' through the scope, that's my dead eye