Danny Brown - Cyclops lyrics

[Hook: Danny Brown] I'm from the D like Big Meech Swisher sweet peach Caprice on fiends, creased jeans on leather seats I'm everything these lames will never be I'm everything these names will never be I'm a cool a** n***a try to play me like I'm soft And you gon' see them red beams like cyclops took his gla**es off Like cyclops took his gla**es off Like cyclops took his gla**es off [Verse 1: Danny Brown] Y'all Molotov, I'm nuclear Rats say I ain't sh**, white hoes say I'm tubular n***a I ain't cool witcha, f**ing break your fibula Can't wait till Lil Wayne get out, but right now rat it's Nivea Psyche, I ain't playing, I like hoes with they eyes blue Little n***as always crying like Caillou Uncouth, 40 ounce, cruise out the sunroof Right now my turn yours'll come, mind you Trying to figure out a way to bottle up p**y juice Have my PayPal clicking, sales going through the roof Y'all n***as cooch, my pockets on Bruce Bruce You fruits got no loot, just brute and fruit juice When I swoop in coups, heated seat like ma**euse Dukes shoot up goose from chicks looking like hoops My n***a who is you, you must be sniffing glue I leave you stiff like white boys' hair with the mousse [Verse 2: Danny Brown] f** the cash, money come fast Four-door jag, all my b**hes bad You got no hoes with your big head a** You'd become a barber just to push your line up back Nah I'm playing, better off with the bars Getting sports bar waitress out her sports bra Get head for free, no spending All your b**hes bored like you told them the ending Real pimping, gets em out is macking Text a b**h "lol" but I don't be laughin Coke head ho too high to get mad Plus, her only reflex is no gag Bad, all my b**hes bad Climbing on that a** in the four-door jag Dick bigger than them words Keith Murray use Once got busy in a Burger King bathroom