2K19 lyrics

[Intro: FMB DZ]
Going back and forth with no pus*y ass n*gga
Hm, The Big Whoop
1800 For You
Tsk
Aye

[Verse]
Ain't no need to check the score, b*tch imma keep scorin
I get money and go home, b*tch my life boring
Mama want me to quit the lean but imma keep pourin
Got an automatic 12 gauge, look like a leaf blower
Outta town with my Buffs on, b*tch im from Detroit
I got some white boys that really bout it, they in Ecorse
You ain't got no money in your pockets, what you sleep for
I-75 f*cked up, i had to detour
Big ass diamonds in my ear, look like a keloid
f*ck around and buy your mama house, and be her landlord
Trap just spent a whole cup on my concourse
I got money, but ain't never got no time for it
She gave me her brain so i see whats on her mind for
She dont f*ck with rappers, they be cappin they be lyin to her
b*tch I'm really active I'm in traffic I be flyin to it
You can do whatever, long as you put your mind to it
I'm done smokin weed, sippin lean, b*tch im focused
My n*ggas on that tip you better watch how you approach us
Them sticks in the whip, but we got out with them pokers
Wearin brass knuckles, I'll leave your sh*t open
n*gga I'm the don I ain't never need no coachin
Presi on my arm I ain't never did no votin
I feel like n*ggas owe me, better come up off them tokens
Firebomb your studio and leave that b*tch smokin
Snatch a n*gga out his pickup truck like Hulk Hogan
Beat him in his legs, with a bat, til they broken
Imma keep my foots on they necks while they chokin
I make all my hoes bring me a check like I'm pimpin
I might put a hundred on my neck cuz im ignant
Once you on that side you got to stay there you can't fix it
You been beggin me to shoot this b*tch you bet not miss it
They got my n*gga locked, need pay my dawg a visit
I come a long way from f*ckin with you lame b*tches
I got a group of white boys that like to hang n*ggas
I used to treat your pus*y ass like a gang member
I finna split your sh*t cuz I got a bad temper
Boogie man goin up top why you think he came with us
n*gga you ain't gang gang, you ain't front no pain with us
If that was me in Golden Sun I would have Johnny Cage'd n*ggas
pus*y ass frozed up like you was on the stage with it
Word through the grapevine i heard you sayin you made n*ggas
Bought that little ass chain but you ain't never paid n*ggas
You was my brother i ain't gon kill you, we can catch the fade n*gga
Beat you in the waves n*gga
You gon need some braids n*gga
Better get out my way n*gga, get hit with a stray n*gga
I walk through with eight n*ggas, I be with them apes n*gga
[Outro: Sada Baby]
f*ck is you talking about, big ape sh*t n*gga
The whoop way, whoop whoop whoop whoop whoop
Y'all n*ggas hoes, we ain't, we up, y'all not, let's get it, b*tch
WHOOP