Cyco Tha King - Bout 2 Blow

Yea it's Cyco baby uh

I been grinding bitch so now I got some bread on the way
If it's beef I call my killers and your head on the way
Bout that paper and you niggas better not stand in my way
Or ima shoot this bitch up like it's Mandalay Bay
I be rolling big blunts take that shit to the face
And your bitch at the crib takin dick to the face
I been all over the place I been dipping through states
Man picking up the money like I'm lifting up weights
I might walk into the dealer then pull off in a wraith
It's some sharks up in this water and you niggas just bait
It's some killers in my hood and you niggas ain't safe
I don't see no real niggas man you niggas is fake
I be fucking on your bitch wit that shit on my waist
When I hit it from the back I grab that bitch by the waist
The she swallow all the kids cause she love how they taste
I'm on the gas all day I ain't taking no breaks aye

Me and all my niggas we go hard in this bitch yea
Counting up the money I need all of that shit
I got gold on my grill so I can shine when I spit
Big forty on my hip if niggas try me and shit
All this money coming in I keep buying some shit
Check the drip ain't another nigga flyer than this
Cookie got me on the moon you ain't higher than this
I'm the boss round here I can fire a bitch aye

Let them niggas keep on hating while we counting these bands
Pussy nigga hating on me but your bitch is a fan
I came to have a good time don't make me fuck up the plan
You pussy niggas better duck when we pull up in them vans
I got J's on my feet I don't fuck with no vans
I got love for you dog but I don't fuck with ya man's
Nigga run off with my money ima cut off your hands
Knock your head off your shoulders give a fuck where it land
Nigga sleeping on young Cyco must be off of them xans
Chopper hold a hundred that bitch sound like a band
When I shoot it make me shake like I'm doing a dance
Diamonds on me dancing got your bitch in a trance
The way she suck a dick you would think she from France
Once I fuck she gotta go I ain't in to romance
Got that forty on my waist tryna hold up my pants
I put 3 right in your head nigga you don't stand a chance aye

If you ain't talking bout no money nigga shut the fuck up
Nigga playing with my money you'll get bust the fuck up
Bitch I'm from the buckeye and I'm bout to go nuts
Drop a bomb on you niggas bitch it's bout 2 blow up aye

Aye aye aye aye aye aye aye

Too much sauce I got too much sauce
Baby wipe it off we don't talk she give me head so long she need a Tylenol
Phone ring it's my dog get that call can't miss the call
We talking about getting money I told him my nigga let's go get it all aye

Me and all my niggas we go hard in this bitch yea
Counting up the money I need all of that shit
I got gold on my grill so I can shine when I spit
Big forty on my hip if niggas try me and shit
All this money coming in I keep buying some shit
Check the drip ain't another nigga flyer than this
Cookie got me on the moon you ain't higher than this
I'm the boss round here I can fire a bitch aye

Written by:
Clifford Billingsley Sr

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