Bullseye Lyrics

Woah!

Too many hoes, they lit in the party

I'm in love with the fashion, putting on some garments

Nigga, I ain't bragging, I'm just talking

SRT, you sitting there walking

She liking the way that I beat it up

She going too slow to speed it up

She speaking in spanish she latina

She thinking I'm fly, I'm cleaner

Damn, I'm fly that I'm higher than the sky

So high in the air that you can't even glide

Keep a piece on the hip, so don't even try

Nigga, tryna take my spot, but you're not that guy

Nah, nigga, you is not that guy

Smoking some green nigga now I'm fried, can't cuff this bitch she wanna soul tie, put a beam on his head

Bullseye, tryna blow up, but I need some patience

I'm on this bitch and I'm waiting

I'm on this bitch and I'm faded

Feeling like quavo young nigga I made it,

Saint Laurent my glasses, no, I cannot see

You saying that your ho, but she all on me

Damn, she all on me, committed to the money, all I see is green

Vetements right on the tee, right on the jeans

Promise you this shit is unique

Fuckin' that bitch, to the beat

Passing it her off, you already know she just for the team

Spending my check on this fit, you don't know how much this cost

Spending shit all in the week, Most you niggas my sons, you copy my moves I promise you that your just my seed.

Too many hoes, they lit in the party

I'm in love with the fashion, putting on some garments

Nigga, I ain't bragging, I'm just talking

SRT, you sitting there walking

She liking the way that I beat it up

She going too slow to speed it up

She speaking in spanish she latina

She thinking I'm fly, I'm cleaner

Damn, I'm fly that I'm higher than the sky

So high in the air that you can't even glide

Keep a piece on the hip, so don't even try

Nigga, tryna take my spot, but you're not that guy

Nah, nigga, you is not that guy

Smoking some green nigga now I'm fried, can't cuff this bitch she wanna soul tie, put a beam on his head

Bullseye.