Teary Eyed Lyrics – Chuckyy

Read the full Teary Eyed lyrics by Chuckyy along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Chuckyy’s music, you can also explore Tell It All and 2-Double-O Dash, two other songs by Chuckyy.

[Verse]
It’s too much s*it going, can’t focus
Nighttime fighting n!ggas when I’m sleep
N!ggas be slime, you can’t trust no one, my blood brother put hoes on tees
Get your ass lit up before you reach
Had an Instagram b!tch on her knees
My lil’ brother know how to spell Benjamin Franklin and he don’t even know how to read
Uh, me and Melly be pouring up lean
Drop a four in a Crush, you leaning
Police come, I don’t know what happened
(??), got left in the semen
In the ‘Raq, n!ggas F for no reason

Lil’ n!ggas in the ‘Raq wanna be me
But s*it, Bloodbathh, we global
We done got bigger than my TV
I done stopped fu*king with my titi
It’s (??) turn n!ggas against you
Shawty nice, (??)
(??) do
Get sticked up, we ain’t with you
Bloodbathh take n!ggas Cubans
He a b!tch with the Glock, he ain’t blew it
Hit a b!tch from the back then spoon her
I don’t need no n!ggas around me, n!ggas you see me with, they family
Ice water on me, I’m drowning
I don’t even like rocking my diamonds
Ayy, she match my fly, then she my b!tch, she know Chuckyy the rapper be styling
Police on there profiling
I don’t fear no man, you wilding
Fell asleep off drink in the back of the back, looked up, the driver got stopped
Police telling us, “Step out the car,” (??)
Every n!gga that dissed got popped
Smoke ol’ boy ‘nem, this s*it ‘za
N!ggas catch (??), act stupid, end up on Spot
You ain’t did this before, can’t get in the car
S*it a movie like Tony Stark
You a baby boy, you ain’t got heart

Every n!gga with me (??)
I ain’t lecture the school but I’m smart
Dead in jail, they said I was gonna be
But everybody gotta die one day, so they knew they was just fronting
Straight-eight Jeep, this b!tch humming
Grown s*it want me put the thumb in it
But I just been thumbing through hundreds, can’t (??) all the money for nothing
Boy, you slow, I ain’t switched on my brothers
Some of us went through that struggle, some of us locked in, all muscle
I’ll point my finger, they’ll touch you
I don’t be chilling with rap n!ggas, I’d rather go chill with chum n!ggas
Some of my n!ggas be trapping, get the weight and be stacking
We ain’t locked in, you bapping
That Glock, it do magic
B!tch, you ain’t thick, you plastic
N!ggas straight b!tch, they bapping
Lamb’ truck, this is the fast one
Tryna race in the boat, we zap ’em
(??), they call me the fastest
I like pretty girls with fat asses
It’s a blessing and curse, what’s the pattern?
Gotta wait, this little b!tch flattered
Fu*k once, gotta (??) turn matter
Drive a floater, I’m on Saturn
I just lost 10K on Saturday, made 40K on Sunday so I’m better
I just be stacking up cheddar
You n!ggas been running y’all mouth
Talking s*it, we infront of your house
7.62 go through houses, but ain’t s*it gangster about it
Pocket thick like Megan Thee Stallion
I can’t love a b!tch, it ain’t in me
Dunk on n!ggas just like Wemby
Chuckyy Wackem the talk of the city
Money, lean, come to me like frisbees
Off the lean, don’t fu*k up my kidney
Sipping green, lil’ n!gga, you silly
Track’ (??), this b!tch wheelie
Smash on s*it like (??) on the Grizzlies
Some of these n!ggas be homo, I don’t do no free promo
Gangsters cry, but I ain’t cried in so long
Want my money now, what is the prolong?
Bad lil’ b!tch, she a throat G.O.A.T
I ain’t got money for showing for no ho
But we can go out to Maestro’s
Go to the pent’, fu*k on the high floor
High off drink, my eyes closed
Milly D on point for me
I don’t (??), you bugging
Number twenty, a n!gga got a button
You let hoes push yo buttons
We get money, the opps’ be struggling
Hellcat life, you get how it’s coming
I smoke good gas, s*it like onions
What I mean by that, n!ggas teary eyed, n!ggas see us, they be running
That’s no bap, we leave s*it terrified
Drac’ let off, blood clot in his stomach
Ten milli’, s*it swole like pumpkins
(??) be the same n!ggas running
Grown ass goofy be making assumptions, I don’t need Glock, on bro, I’ll punch him