H.O.F. Deadeye

Ayy (Reuel, stop playing with these niggas)
Check, check check, check
Check check, check, check (Ayy)

Check, woke up, equipped the blicky on me
Yes, bitch took the dick and
Put a hickey on it eating lamb chops up at
Just threw a billy on her
I'm the type to lay up in yo
Bushes with a ghillie on me i got a AR
Wouldn't give a second to me, bitch, yeah
I break hearts
Off the Henny, bitch, I'm balling
I feel like JR
Bro Deadeye Hall of Fame, you can't guard
Asked hеr what she liked about me
This bitch donе grabbed my dick
Wocky in my Kool-Aid
I'm in store and I'm jamming chips
Playing with my gang? Boy
This shit can get disastrous
Doing 140 on the Lodge
I'm Mister Crash The Whip
Goddamn, this was a rental
You be in the middle
Play with me? I leave 'em in the 'spital
Givenchy tee with the
I'm dripping like a candle
Promise it ain't incidental, pull up
Let the fifty hit him
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, shout-out scamily
Enterprise, they done fucked around
And banned me
UberEats, they done fucked around
And banned me
Goddamn, Walmart done fucked around
And banned me
Expedia like, shit, what you think they did?
Think again, if you dummies thinking
We ain't get it in
I got a white boy shooting shit
Something like Porziņģis 'em
Fuck the curb, this a Hellcat speeding in
When I cash two Rollies
I'm posing with my wrists up
Oh, yo girlfriend? Boy
You know I got my dick sucked
When it's on the floor, boy
You supposed to pick up
Exotic pop with the Wockhardt
It make me hiccup
How it feel sitting in that blender?
One press'll spin you 'round
2012, Billy Trues on, skinny jeans now
Amiri fiend, thinking how I
Punch these jeans, huh
Off White plus Heron on, I'm a fiend now
It's crazy you can't stomach what I
Seen when I was little, man
Got my ex-bitch fired off a lil' scam
Her lil' dirty-ass, man, like I give a damn
Got two beats from yo uncle
Threw 'em in the spam
You looking at my fists
Like bullets don't exist
Big warriors 'round me
On my Chris Mullin shit
I was sitting back thinking ain't
No scams that don't exist
You better have that slapper on
You if you coming bony, bitch
Getting head with my feet on yo table
Drop a sock on it
I'm PJ flying, Wocky in the cockpit
Looking at the opps like
"How y'all dropping if we drop shit?"
Looking at my bitch like
"How you mad at me? She want dick"
Boo, it's all yours unless I'm out
In Bali with some models
Shout-out to Revive, bitch
I'm 'Miri sagging, popping bottles
Her little kitty cat get wet
When they ask about us
ScrumbleMan Gucci snake stepping
Ain't no anacondas used to wanna hoop
Now I'm shooting scams and coaching plays
How many jacks? How many
Midrange DeRozan made?
I'm too up now, phone slapping
I'm ignoring "hey"
Bitch, I'm in the deep
They just praying that my snorkel break
I heard they wanna kill me, bitch
I'm too ready
2020, 2020, yeah, bitch, that's two Chevys
130, I got forty on me, bitch, I'm too heavy
Tron for re-election, lil' bitch
I'm dropping two Prezis this a Fiji Water
I can't drink it out the tap
Yo bitch freaky, boy, the only the thing you
Freaking is some Blacks
Bro'll line you up like a barber
Tiki for that bag
See the hate in my 'ripherals
I'm reaching for the MAG
I got a little magic, I'll show you some
DJ augustin
Gave yo bitch a hunnid UI cards like
"Bring 'em all to me" you asked how I get
My money? Like fraudulently
Asking me a question, you get shot
Don't talk to me
Triple S stomping, you get popped
Don't walk with me
Off yo set with my 'migos, Cardi B
Sit yo ass on that bench
You can't ball with me
Ayy, hell nah, you can't ball with me, bitch

Ayy, hell nah, you can't ball with me, bitch
(Sit yo ass on that bench
You can't ball with me)
Ayy, hell nah, you can't ball with me