Alley Talk, Pt. 2 lyrics

[Verse 1: Premo Rice]
Hello motherf*ckers, it's your neighborhood mack
First to knock a ho, the first to check in the trap
First I bring the pressure, I command my respect
Purses on the dresser, I'm collecting a debt
Bet not bring no lip, your attitude at the door
Go out swing them hips, they in the mood for a show
My pockets seeing profit man, I'm working a b*tch
I'm poppin' hater blockers out here swervin' your diss
Can't do no pocket watching, out here breakin' the bank
Affluent, ain't no stopping, Chino spark up the dank
I might see in the kitchen, out here serving the heads
She pricey with the chicken, need to cough up the bread
Shout out to all my b*tches, out here holdin' the forts
My game like the Olympics, way I'm holding the torch
See right up through you n*ggas, out here calling your bluff
Forever, n*gga ain't nobody f*cking with us
Forever, n*gga ain't nobody f*cking with us
Forever, n*gga ain't nobody f*cking with us
See right up through you n*ggas, out here calling your bluff

[Verse 2: King Joe]
Stained glass window in the Bimmer
Pistol on my lap, baggin' up at the arena
One time, a teacher told me I should be a teacher
Something 'bout I got the qualities of a leader
But I made what they made by the time I was a senior
And when I'm out in Tampa I could prolly see Tina
Had a coupe and a rollie every time I seen her
I'm just saying that to say that all my b*tches divas
Could've bought a house when we re'd up
Weed sticking to my fingers like some cheese puffs
Almost missed the plane, I was drinking too much
You take her out on dates, we just link up and f*ck