Hills/n*ggas Pt. 2 lyrics

[Intro]
(Dylvinci Got The Code)

[Verse]
Off of that hoe, I'm standing where the f*ck I'm 'posed to be
I'm getting money, living luxury, know I'm living luxury
Cannot catch me with no old ho, 'cause I was off of that
Too many hoes, I feel like Bang Bros, I gotta go count a stack
Flip it, I'm whippin', get it, good
Ridin' round, in a n*gga hood
We gon' shoot his ass up, b*tch I feel like Suge
Ah, b*tch I feel like Suge
Whole body big, [?], knock off
We the type of n*ggas come around and knock ya block off
She wanna come and f*ck me, sh*t I need a top off
Drop the top, off the roof, b*tch that's a knock off
Coupe suicide doors, we ain't even think about it
Henny be in my cup, gotta take a drink up out it
Funny, you movin' slow, catch up
Funny, you don't know, I'm messed up
We ain't even gotta fight or go back and forth
We got Glocks, lil' n*gga, go against the row

[Bridge]
He say what would you be without yo Slatt
Well, what would you be without that gat
Well, who would you be without these b*tches
What would I be without these riches
Shawty in the hills, shawty livin' good
Shawty know how it feel
f*ckin on a—on a X pill
I'm the youngest n*gga to get the f*ck up outta here
I don't need yo b*tch, like get the f*ck up outta here, yeah
Yeah, yeah (Slatt)
[Chorus]
f*ck would you be without that pack
Come through, we hit it off that mac
People talk a lot of sh*t, but he ain't 'bout that action
I call n*ggas up, we come and link, that sh*t get tragic
Give a f*ck about that b*tch, I keep a mac
.45 be that caliber, hit his stomach, burn a couple calories
Hit pack, came outta Cali'
Jimmy Neutron, b*tch I'm outta here

[Outro]
Whole n*gga, nah he ain't 'bout it (Yeah)
Whole n*gga, nah he ain't 'bout it
Whole n*gga, nah he ain't 'bout it
Whole n*gga, nah he ain't 'bout it
Whole n*gga, nah he ain't 'bout it
Whole n*gga, nah he ain't 'bout it
Whole n*gga, nah he ain't 'bout it
All these n*ggas that surround me
All these n*ggas that surround me, yeah