4 Eyes

Lyrics

[Intro] Yeah, yeah, yeah (Al Geno on the track) Yeah, yeah, yeah [Chorus] I'm in the game and you niggas in the bleachers like clothes stains, niggas washed up and I know you tired She get wet for money, she gon' drown in Ben Franks, leave it on the hanger, let it air dry Balenciagas, I just run and take the S off her smile, niggas still can walk a mile in 'em A nigga had to grow four eyes, one on the left and right and I put two on my backside I spend two bands on thе sweater, but I ain't stuntin' her Thеm niggas scared, we drive them foreign whips like monster trucks [Verse] I gave the streets acne, I know they bump my shit enough Long as I ain't dead, I got codeine in my liver Told you you not a part of us, you must don't remember That bitch just hit me with her tongue, we ain't goin' public We bag 'em up like groceries, then he go in Publix All my jewelry underwater, you know this shit official Niggas be scared, when it get dark, they sing like Bryson Tiller You're a rat, but you got P's, we call that Master Splinter He hate when cash stick out my jeans, I got more money than him For all my niggas just got sentenced, I just count commas They don't talk at all, when they come home, I buy 'em Hummers Trashbag full of money, nigga might go buy a dumpster Roll in the streets, sometimes you gotta see your honor In Brooklyn like KD, sometimes you gotta leave the Thunder Barely can see, I need contacts, delete all my numbers You gotta pay to stand in my hood, but I need Ghetto free I ain't goin' broke, I'ma stay up, what the fuck is sleep? (Al Geno on the track) Who you gon' fuck, me or Nick? Take a knee My name Cap [Chorus] I'm in the game and you niggas in the bleachers like clothes stains, niggas washed up and I know you tired She get wet for money, she gon' drown in Ben Franks, leave it on the hanger, let it air dry Balenciagas, I just run and take the S off her smile, niggas still can walk a mile in 'em A nigga had to grow four eyes, one on the left and right and I put two on my backside I spend two bands on the sweater, but I ain't stuntin' her Them niggas scared, we drive them foreign whips like monster trucks [Post-Chorus] COVID-19, these niggas sick, they can't come 'round us [Outro] Roll in the streets, sometimes you gotta see your honor In Brooklyn like KD, sometimes you gotta leave the Thunder