Bullseye 2 (with Future)

Pluto Richey, Richey Pluto, however you wanna say it (bah-bah-bah-bah)
 Yeah, murder
 Two of my chains, ten-hundred thousand
 One of my rings cost a house (Ddot cold as a motherfucker, on God)
 Few of my bitches, can't live without 'em
 Trench gang, slime 'em out
 Bubba chain a hundred thousand
 Ran it up in public, housing
 Niggas pussy, Ronda Rousey
 Fuck with me, don't fuck without me
 Hula hoop ass nigga got slimed out for tryin' to go around me
 Know I get a nigga ass touched right now, ain't gotta be around him
 Booted up, I don't take no med, I be on that drank instead
 Fuck 'round on that strong back doin' too much, I damn near broke the bed
 I don't gotta have no come back, I don't argue, fuck him, kill him dead
 Fuck it, buy his bitch a wig
 Fuck his bitch, I love to see it
 I been on this shit since I was a kid, all this shit I did
 All my ex hoes still ain't on shit, keep 'em out my mix
 Ion't even be tryna connect hoes, with this motion shit
 Know the police stayin' next door, still gettin' them bubba's in
 Hoe you know I don't play Connect Four, ain't with that playin' shit
 Can't afford the real, we pullin' through, all dirty sticks
 Cookin' up motion, shoot my shot, I got a curry wrist
 Gotta keep it kosher, can't do too much, these fuck niggas a snitch
 Servin' crystal falls just like the haves and the have not
 All that fuckin' 'Wood and Oxy get ya ass slimed out
 Pull up in a Benz, she say that she wanna know me now
 Fuck it, spin a bend
 Pop his ass and call it bullseye
 Servin' crystal falls just like the haves and the have not
 All that fuckin' 'Wood and Oxy get ya ass slimed out
 Pull up in a Benz, she say that she wanna know me now
 Fuck it, spin a bend
 Pop his ass and call it bullseye (Pluto)
 Freeband chain, crib driller
 All my lil' niggas nothin' but spinners
 Audemar my gang member (yeah)
 AP for my main, hol' up
 One of my outfits least a ki'
 Damn near tochin' a half a B
 If my nigga wasn't Jigga, I'm the type to go after B
 And I still smash on C
 I got two fifth on me
 Like the quarter bag of the cheese
 I'm in the field, got no cleats
 Breakin' that seal by the P
 Pour up drink but don't get sleepy
 I'm on pills and I'm geeked
 Wait, this money got me tweakin'
 Turnin' good girls to freaks
 She ain't with me, she with the streets
 Cost two thousand just to bust a nut on these Hermès sheets
 Two of my chains ten-hundred thousand
 One of my rings cost a house
 Few of my bitches, can't live without 'em
 Trench gang, slime 'em out
 Bubba chain, a hundred thousand
 Ran it up in public housing
 Niggas pussy, Ronda Rousey
 Fuck with me, don't fuck without me
 Hula hoop ass nigga got slimed out for tryna go around me
 Know I get a nigga ass touched right now, ain't gotta be around him
 Booted up, I don't take no med, I be on that drank instead
 Fuck 'round on that strong back doin' too much, I damn near broke the bed
 I don't gotta have no comeback, I don't argue, fuck him, kill him dead
 Fuck it, buy his bitch a wig
 Fuck his bitch, I love to see it