Dat Boy B - Eyes Open

Hit a lick n got my bread up
Shawty said she fed up
Don't wanna put me on a shirt or write me letters
They say One day it's gon catch up
Til then keep your head up
An your eyes open

My side chosen
My fiya loaded
My mind focused
Focused focused focused
My money due
Better send it if you owe me or we coming thru
Or we coming thru like the narcos
We don't knock doors
N the shells that we holding ain't for tacos
Even if we give her back you know she nachos
Not yours, not yours
Never would I thought we would've been in this b****
Moving weight from off the wrist but this ain't no fitbit
The way a n**** balling they would've thought I'm 6'6
Heard she f*** with rappers, she ain't had one this lit
Work jumping out the gym
It's getting harder to pretend
Now you don't gotta tag a friend
Bet they see me stepping out this Benz

Hit a lick n got my bread up
Shawty said she fed up
Don't wanna put me on a shirt or write me letters
They say One day it's gon catch up
Til then keep your head up
An your eyes open
And your eyes open
And your eyes open
And your eyes open
Make sure you keep your eyes open

Yea, hit the dms gotta book me
Plug front me work I told em good lookin
Should've signed to good music
Ain't gotta wine n done her said she good with coolin
Good vibes good weed good pussy
She good for it, said these years been good to me
I know
Good credit good head is like a must now
Know a good jeweler turn a plane Jane to a buss down
Yea, diamonds blingy now she clingy
One hit she disappear I call her chingy
Put the flag on her now she think she trini
Post a pic an now we trending
Baby I

Hit a lick n got my bread up
Shawty said she fed up
Don't wanna put me on a shirt or write me letters
They say One day it's gon catch up
Til then keep your head up
An your eyes open
And your eyes open
And your eyes open
And your eyes open
Make sure you keep your eyes open

Written by:
Brandon Joseph

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