Part 2 - YFN Lucci

Look

These niggas go off what they heard but see we go off verbs

I tell the truth off in my rhymes they gone feel every word

These pussy niggas standin' on cars, see we stand on words

My patna begging for a body, my nigga, my nerve

The same nigga said he want smoke they end up in urns

Aye you know death come in three bitch just wait yo turn

I learned some shit bout these niggas that I can’t unlearn

I told them niggas we gone be straight but them niggas turned

Money over bitches, niggas still ain’t learn

How the fuck you bite the hand that feed you niggas still ain’t learn

Told my bitch that ion want these hoes that shit ain’t good like yours

Bought her Louie bags and Dior Imma go and get if for her

She love that, hood nigga with good intentions

Them hoes love that

Fuck that money up and got it back

Them hoes love that

If I ever leave I’m coming back you better know that

Look, I was just tripping I wasn’t gone get back

Look, brodie hit my dog up twice we got some get back

Heard ya lil dog lost his life and yeen slid back

I got like 10 chains, I done spent like fifty on one pendant

Johnny Dang, I done spent a 60 on a 60

My pro deal cost a 60

What I’m in cost four fifty

And my ear lobe another 60 you’ll think I’m rollin sixties

Ion fuck with you look cause you a person just like bitches

I buy purses for my bitches we buy hearses just for snitches

Yeah, I say throw that boy a 7.62 we don’t throw shade

I say how the fuck you having hoe problems but you so paid

Man I can’t never keep account with all these blue rays

Man these niggas tried to count me out these niggas too lame

Look mad pistols laying around my house I wish they would play

Wish you opp niggas in real life we don’t do games

We take pain medicine everyday we been through pain

Quick to blow a nigga shit off Johnny Cocaine