KILL SOCIETY, C.B.V - OPTICS lyrics
[KILL SOCIETY, C.B.V - OPTICS lyrics]
Tonight I feel like Poppin shit
Ayo Chris bark real quick, arf, suck
My nuts, alright that's good, ha Ha Ha Ha
I'm young and I'm reckless
I'm reppin up Texas
I whip a Toyota and feel like it's Lexus
You pass me the ball now I'm coming in hard
And I'm takin it far like
I play for the Texans
We keep clips we not making a movie
I rap like I'm rich but I work at the movies
I gamble my life I got nothin to lose
And if you wanna battle me I won't be losing
When it comes to the money
You know how I'm moving
When it comes to the
Music I'm steady improving
The ones that I'm with are too solid to quit
It don't matter to them if
I'm broke or I'm rich
When I kill Instrumentals I'm
Clearing my mental
And trust me I got a lot shit to say
Yall treating love like a game and
I think that shit lame
When it come to my heart
I don't like to play
Ay, sippin Bacardi I fuck up the function
Hit from the back that shit just be bussin
Chopstick, Make him flop quick
I got a big stick imma pop it
Imma go hit a lick imma cop it
I'm making blood stains on yo carpet
I don't really give a fuck if I'm toxic
Aim at yo head with this mother fucking optic
Mother fucking optic
This make you fall like the opps did
I had a heart but I lost it gL-GL- Glock 45
Shoot at my head call it suicide
I'm taking you and I
I I I pull up outside, I cop me a 9
Fuck all this shit you see that we live
20 new shottys I catch me a vibe
And I met all on Tinder Prime
My gun all black and I aim at yo socket
Run up on me and I aim with my optic
Target on you I shoot and I mark it
Pull up on you I'm burning yo optics
Say that we equal we not eye to eye
Fuckin yo bitch and I pass her aside
Coming my way you must wanna die
Talking that shit you meet me outside
Think you can take me you got to much pride
Put it aside unless you wanna cry
Keep me clip and I air out your home
Skull on the floor where is yo dome
Face in the dirt I call u my gnome
Red on my gun it used to be chrome
Jeez Daryl, bro stop calm down, chill, chill
Calm down your not a rapper, that's enough
That's enough, go home bro it's 9 o'clock
You gotta go home, go home bruh
That's enough
Ayo Chris bark real quick, arf, suck
My nuts, alright that's good, ha Ha Ha Ha
I'm young and I'm reckless
I'm reppin up Texas
I whip a Toyota and feel like it's Lexus
You pass me the ball now I'm coming in hard
And I'm takin it far like
I play for the Texans
We keep clips we not making a movie
I rap like I'm rich but I work at the movies
I gamble my life I got nothin to lose
And if you wanna battle me I won't be losing
When it comes to the money
You know how I'm moving
When it comes to the
Music I'm steady improving
The ones that I'm with are too solid to quit
It don't matter to them if
I'm broke or I'm rich
When I kill Instrumentals I'm
Clearing my mental
And trust me I got a lot shit to say
Yall treating love like a game and
I think that shit lame
When it come to my heart
I don't like to play
Ay, sippin Bacardi I fuck up the function
Hit from the back that shit just be bussin
Chopstick, Make him flop quick
I got a big stick imma pop it
Imma go hit a lick imma cop it
I'm making blood stains on yo carpet
I don't really give a fuck if I'm toxic
Aim at yo head with this mother fucking optic
Mother fucking optic
This make you fall like the opps did
I had a heart but I lost it gL-GL- Glock 45
Shoot at my head call it suicide
I'm taking you and I
I I I pull up outside, I cop me a 9
Fuck all this shit you see that we live
20 new shottys I catch me a vibe
And I met all on Tinder Prime
My gun all black and I aim at yo socket
Run up on me and I aim with my optic
Target on you I shoot and I mark it
Pull up on you I'm burning yo optics
Say that we equal we not eye to eye
Fuckin yo bitch and I pass her aside
Coming my way you must wanna die
Talking that shit you meet me outside
Think you can take me you got to much pride
Put it aside unless you wanna cry
Keep me clip and I air out your home
Skull on the floor where is yo dome
Face in the dirt I call u my gnome
Red on my gun it used to be chrome
Jeez Daryl, bro stop calm down, chill, chill
Calm down your not a rapper, that's enough
That's enough, go home bro it's 9 o'clock
You gotta go home, go home bruh
That's enough