Your Eyes

[Intro] Aye we bout to fuck this beat up (Oh SHIT) You know we're comin' in hot This fuckin' mic is on a paper towel tube (What the FUCK) Aye bring the beat up in here, c'mon (Okay) [Chorus: Minmatic] Chase a bag and don't drop it Can't post up on that offense We don't fuck with that opp-shit Just twisting this shit like a Bop-It (Bop it!) Never Give 'em no options (Twist it!) Only heat, never pop shit (Spin it!) You know we don't fuck with that opp-shit (Pull it!) Just twisting this shit like a Bop-It [Verse 1: MillyRockGibbs] Think you good, but you ain't Rapping's my gift, i'm the patron saint Fuck her good, make her faint I'm hot like MJ in the paint Dropping bombs like Nagasaki Brewing up; from Milwaukee I earned the right to be this cocky We got beef like teriyaki Call me Arby's 'cause I got the meats That unreleased heat from these beats In the streets, suites, sheets, front seats My sweet skeet feat of bustin' cheeks Cheap ass hoe, found on Fiverr Down with a ray gun, don't revive her In the DM's, scuba diver Stay in your lane, Student Driver [Verse 2: shortphase] Betty Crocker when I stir the pot Heart stop call her blood clot Little bitch, she an after though Movin' like Baby Driver when she whip the cock In your sister like nicotine Overdose on the dick like she Charlie Sheen Squeaky clean like I'm Listerine Your bars stay dry like some saltines Bad bitch need a therapist That pussy bomb like a terrorist Dick healthy like asparagus You better think about who you fuckin' with (Oh, boy!) Whippin' a Chevy but my neck stay heavy I'm fuckin' a white MILF named Betty And your bitch ain't ready still we going steady And I gave her plenty but she's worth a penny wait [Chorus: Minmatic] Chase a bag and don't drop it Can't post up on that offense We don't fuck with that opp-shit Just twisting this shit like a Bop-It (Bop it!) Never Give 'em no options (Twist it!) Only heat, never pop shit (Spin it!) You know we don't fuck with that opp-shit (Pull it!) Just twisting this shit like a Bop-It [Verse 3: matrix] Eat your girl, gettin' low Dual wield call me Kirito Barbiturates, Monroe Never waste your diamonds on a hoe Shootin' shots, John Wilkes Booth Atleast I'm not from Duluth Bitch I'm a dog like a super-sleuth Just got a letter like we're Blue's Clues On the mic, no comparison Whip like Ford, no Harrison Bunker down in the garrison In the hotel, call it Sheraton Divide the city, gerrymandering Call me Magic, like The Gathering Can't understand me, speaking Mandarin [Verse 4: Minmatic] Hi, goodnight I'm hopping up on the flight Keep her in check I keep it right Floatin' in the air through midnight, nah just like I'm fairly odd, Wanda got the rack Make a wish to blow out her back You know when I hit it that shit bounce back Gotta stay back, Cosmo got the strap Come in keep your eyes closes Till you see a pistol in the centerfold Keep a choke hold to an episode Keep that rock crystal in the stronghold Bring 'em through, we gonna come and slide Send 'em running that's a Slip 'n Slide Doctor clean my teeth with some fluoride Sandra lookin' bitch, that's the Blind Side [Chorus: All] Chase a bag and don't drop it Can't post up on that offense We don't fuck with that opp-shit Just twisting this shit like a Bop-It (Bop it!) Never Give 'em no options (Twist it!) Only heat, never pop shit (Spin it!) You know we don't fuck with that opp-shit (Pull it!) Just twisting this shit like a Bop-It Do it the same, but, uh, better