Blunt Pt. 2 lyrics

[Intro]
Uh, yeah
[?] b*tch, back the f*ck
It's about to really drill the f*ck up, b*tch
I'm 'bout to tell n*ggas how to really turn up on these n*ggas, pipe up
Give me like five feet back, I'm 'bout to drill the f*ck up
I'll pull up in a f*ckin' [?]
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Yeah, yeah
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Yeah, yeah (Uh)
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy (Ooh, I'm 'bout to drill the f*ck up)
Yeah, yeah
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy (These n*ggas talk sh*t)
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy (Yeah, yeah)

[Chorus]
These n*ggas talk sh*t until they get popped
And put my n*gga down, came in with the Glock
I'm with a b*tch and she geekin', got her jaw locked
I told that b*tch, "I'm with the gang, so I go where I want"
Yeah, I'm with the gang, b*tch, so I go where I want
Yeah, I'm with the gang, b*tch, yeah, I go where I want
Said I'm with the gang, b*tch, yeah, I go where I want
I'm with the gang, b*tch, yeah, I go where I want
I got big bands, b*tch, so I do what I want
[Verse]
Better have shotty you ride in the front
Better suck di*k if you gonna pull up
Got some real ones that keep that sh*t tucked
We send the addy, they never pull up
These n*ggas off xans, it got 'em too stuck
I'm off a perc, I'm f*ckin' sh*t up
Christian Dior, I'm drippin' too much
Safety is off, don't you run up

[Chorus]
These n*ggas talk sh*t until they get popped
And put my n*gga down, came in with the Glock
I'm with a b*tch and she geekin', got her jaw locked
I told that b*tch, "I'm with the gang, so I go where I want"
Yeah, I'm with the gang, b*tch, so I go where I want
Yeah, I'm with the gang, b*tch, yeah I go where I want
Said I'm with the gang, b*tch, yeah I go where I want