(Y2 Verse)
Yea
Bitch I'm still the shit
End of story P.S
Still got haters pissed
P'n on em E-S
Dm from yo E-X
Still on dick Y-E-S
All these dubs I'm D-F
Stripes like I'm R-E-F
Run my shit like Forrest Gump
You can't sit sit here
Cut like ch-ch-chia
Shots off bli-bli-blia
Every year my year
Bitch make room Ikea
On yo head Chiquita
Her hips don't like Shakira
Got my B-A-G up
Blew that shit like T.F
My name in yo mouth
That brand new green scope look like mouthwash
On tour til I'm back then turn that so called beef to flautas
Wet up yo lil function wit my Misses since you Doubt fire
Get some kitties for these n***as bitch a hoe is a hoе
Keep a funky cold me-nina watch ya Tone wit my Loc
We wеre young and reckless stretch it
Pyrex ova the stove
Momma praying for me daily can we save him?
Nope
That's a big gun innit
Ridin wit tha 50
Smoke he's a hippie
One Mississippi
No Ricky Ricky
Six sixty sixty
Happened to my baby?
Boy come get cho Auntie
One way in
No way out
Aye
Fucced up Six Six
Cue The Drummer
Gritititi
One man band damn
Cue The Drummer
Gritititi
We ain't playing games withcoo
Do I look like a kid?
One man band damn
Cue The Drummer
Gritititi
(T.F Verse)
Give tha drummer some I'm talkin bout that gratatata
Broad day it's accapella then that gratatata
They off them baccwoods down dem bacc streets
In the back of that Lac
They in that long sleeve but they short sleeves got em
Reppin they Tatts
Becuz it's no way out
Keep in Skanless bitch ain't no looking bacc
Aye look
If n***as want some smoke you know it come wit tha Yac
And all my n***as alcoholics we throw shot after shot
Hey look it's one way in
Once you in
Bitch it's kill or be killed
Been to the top been to the bottom
Seen the best of both worlds
Got cinnabun on tha Choppa you know that drum got the swirl
That bitch go raaa
That's the drum roll
Head lined up like 1 Oak
Bread in loafs like Kolos
Push horse OT Polo
Wrist buss down that's dolo
Blood stains all on bankroll
Bitch get yo shit beat up
Bitch who made this beat tho
Killa
(Y2)
Bitch a hoe is a hoe
Keep a funky cold me-nina watch ya Tone wit my Loc
We were young and reckless stretch it
Pyrex ova the stove
Momma praying for me daily can we save him?
Nope
That's a big gun innit
Ridin wit tha 50
Smoke he's a hippie
One Mississippi
No Ricky Ricky
Six sixty sixty
Happened to my baby?
Boy come get cho Auntie
One way in
No way out
Aye
Fucced up Six Six
Cue The Drummer
Gritititi
One man band damn
Cue The Drummer
Gritititi
We ain't playing games withcoo
Do I look like a kid?
One man band damn
Cue The Drummer
Gritititi