Bullseye 2 (with Future)

Pluto Richey, Richey Pluto, however you wanna say it (bah-bah-bah-bah)

Yeah, murder

Two of my chains, ten-hundred thousand

One of my rings cost a house (Ddot cold as a motherfucker, on God)

Few of my bitches, can't live without 'em

Trench gang, slime 'em out

Bubba chain a hundred thousand

Ran it up in public, housing

Niggas pussy, Ronda Rousey

Fuck with me, don't fuck without me

Hula hoop ass nigga got slimed out for tryin' to go around me

Know I get a nigga ass touched right now, ain't gotta be around him

Booted up, I don't take no med, I be on that drank instead

Fuck 'round on that strong back doin' too much, I damn near broke the bed

I don't gotta have no come back, I don't argue, fuck him, kill him dead

Fuck it, buy his bitch a wig

Fuck his bitch, I love to see it

I been on this shit since I was a kid, all this shit I did

All my ex hoes still ain't on shit, keep 'em out my mix

Ion't even be tryna connect hoes, with this motion shit

Know the police stayin' next door, still gettin' them bubba's in

Hoe you know I don't play Connect Four, ain't with that playin' shit

Can't afford the real, we pullin' through, all dirty sticks

Cookin' up motion, shoot my shot, I got a curry wrist

Gotta keep it kosher, can't do too much, these fuck niggas a snitch

Servin' crystal falls just like the haves and the have not

All that fuckin' 'Wood and Oxy get ya ass slimed out

Pull up in a Benz, she say that she wanna know me now

Fuck it, spin a bend

Pop his ass and call it bullseye

Servin' crystal falls just like the haves and the have not

All that fuckin' 'Wood and Oxy get ya ass slimed out

Pull up in a Benz, she say that she wanna know me now

Fuck it, spin a bend

Pop his ass and call it bullseye (Pluto)

Freeband chain, crib driller

All my lil' niggas nothin' but spinners

Audemar my gang member (yeah)

AP for my main, hol' up

One of my outfits least a ki'

Damn near tochin' a half a B

If my nigga wasn't Jigga, I'm the type to go after B

And I still smash on C

I got two fifth on me

Like the quarter bag of the cheese

I'm in the field, got no cleats

Breakin' that seal by the P

Pour up drink but don't get sleepy

I'm on pills and I'm geeked

Wait, this money got me tweakin'

Turnin' good girls to freaks

She ain't with me, she with the streets

Cost two thousand just to bust a nut on these Hermès sheets

Two of my chains ten-hundred thousand

One of my rings cost a house

Few of my bitches, can't live without 'em

Trench gang, slime 'em out

Bubba chain, a hundred thousand

Ran it up in public housing

Niggas pussy, Ronda Rousey

Fuck with me, don't fuck without me

Hula hoop ass nigga got slimed out for tryna go around me

Know I get a nigga ass touched right now, ain't gotta be around him

Booted up, I don't take no med, I be on that drank instead

Fuck 'round on that strong back doin' too much, I damn near broke the bed

I don't gotta have no comeback, I don't argue, fuck him, kill him dead

Fuck it, buy his bitch a wig

Fuck his bitch, I love to see it