We Da 1's Part 2 lyrics

We the ones
We be in the bity
Who they wanna be
Gotta light 10 on me now
This is pocket cheese
I got big racks on me
Seen you wrote a statement
I mean, that boy a big rat homie
I don’t f*ck with them
I don’t f*ck with him or them
N*** don’t need call me n***
Hoppin’ out these big ass bullets
Hot and b*tches scalding n***
N*** wanting rap beef
I don’t rap beef
I just wrap p’s
N*** f*ck around I rap the beef

And they got lil YL on this Gucci beat
I want murder mayhem madness
N*** I don’t want the peace
If you’re over 20 without a 20
Get out the the street
We got zaza bags, wholesale
You come and shop with me
Put that money on they head
They spending just like Booker T
Why young n** ready to spend
He even cook em’ like lil B
Careful he use his wrist
He the base god he don’t know the beat
b*tch past the streets, ran back to the old NG
When the b*tches see me stop and stare
Wanna spin your block
b*tch I’ll be right there
Damn baby how the f*ck you get that all up in your britches
Anyway you stuffing racks up in your sh*t okay I get it
I got too much motion
You won’t catch me with these city b*tches
N** flipping jerseys in their last name like Larsa Pippen
N** b*tches, I can’t get with it, don’t even wanna kick it
Made a pretty penny, my family proud, they know i get sticky
N** b*tches, they just be talkin
They don’t do no spending
Cause they know this sh*t right here get wicked
I don’t got no feelings, serving in the bitty
I can’t take no pics with customers
N*** all talk, all noise, call em’ mufflers
Tell these n***, get they trap up, think I’m drunk
Too many shots up in the black truck
N** know I tried to put the switch on the show
I was mad as f*ck but I said f*ck it it still went and rocked the show
N** know play with me I leave it cold, eskimo
Finna ice my teeth like Johnny Dang just to let you know
And these n*** b*tches I just thought I’d let you know
Ready to rock out with any n**** they ain’t in the show