Deezy864 - Cycle

Euphoria, euphoria
Brand new whip, about to swerve it off the lot
They ain't had bread cause we took it yeah alot
Old head, ask you why the fuck we smoke pot
Celebrate the kill, yeah, another opp caught Shoot him in the whip, push him out, let him
rot
BB on my belt, yeah, I love to sport the rocks
Know that boy a hoe caught him talking to the cops
I just grabbed the chop, put the red all in his dreads
Jay grabbed the Glock send the oppa to his death
Shoot him in the lung, he can't even take a breath
I just popped another xan it might push me to the edge
That boy wanna beef ask around he the feds
Amiri for my hoodie I can't wear your Nike tech
Lookin' for a lick you the next prospect
Car full of bullets we done hit him in
his neck
Drunk in the whip, so I'm swerving when I'm driving
I said, what's the ETA? He said, the packs? They arriving
Brand new reup know my business, yeah it's thriving
I said, bitch, I got the chop, I ain't worried
about survivin'
I'mma make a stack and flood my mouth full of diamonds
Yeah, that boy got robbed , seen it comin' unsurprising
Yeah, I wanna scam hear that plan it's enticing Hit it from the back paint her cake I got icing
We gon' hit your block, drop a bomb, yeah, we isis
I ain't comin' out unless I'm toting on a rifle
Stackin' up the bricks make it taller than the Eiffel
We gon' get this bread, then we spend it, it's a cycle
We gon' get this bread, then we spend it, it's a cycle

Written by:
Dagan Ruff

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